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I know they suffocate you more than the passing of everyday human events
And isolation is the oxygen mask you're making children breath into to survive

But I'm not a slave to а god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to а world that doesn't give a shit

You'll never grow up to be a big rock star
Celebrated victim of your fame
Just cut our wrists like cheap coupons
And say that death was on sale today

And when we were good
You just close your eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds

But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to world that doesn't give a shit

The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of a million is just a statistic

But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to world that doesn't give a shit

But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to world that doesn't give a shit


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