Callin 911 fuck a 411 I'm a little too late and a lot undone
See the blood is real but the knife is fake I'm a little too tired but I'm wide awake
Check check 1 2 3 can anybody hear me fuck a microphone,
I'm on my own
I see there glances and stares but I don't care
Forget about all the things that you told me,
Advice that you sold me
Yea! I checked out
So strung out they say I'm pretentious my life is infectious,
Still I won't apologize
I'm callin up a shrink for a thought to think I'm a little far gone and my heads all wrong
See my soul is dead but my minds alive,
Gotta kill kill kill just survive vive
I called the doctor, called the priest
I called the big man asked about the big plan all that he could say was its too late for me
But I don't fuckin care!!
Forget about all the things that you told me,
Advice that you sold me
Yea! I checked out
So strung out they say I'm pretentious my life is infectious,
Still I won't apologize
I've lost my head, like the walking dead
I won't make amends, I won't apologize
Forget about all the things that you told me,
Advice that you sold me
Yea! I checked out
So strung out they say I'm pretentious my life is infectious,
Still I won't apologize
(I won't apologize, I won apologize)
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