Getting tired of people's bullshit
And of asking to be nice
You just wish that you could warn them
And not have to do it twice
I make a space for my own head
I make a space to be free
Out in space turning round and around
I just need what I need
And I'm done with this small talk
And I'm done with this town
And I'm done with your dreams and ideals
And this shit going down
Everybody seems happy
Everybody lives in fear
Everybody likes to talk, talk, talk
Very few that can hear
Everybody's lost their mind
It can't go on forever
Forever watching people die
Ask yourself if you're coming or going
You've got to block out the lies
You've got to figure how to live
Or you're saying goodbye, my friends
'Cause this story's going to end
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