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In my depression, I will lie so I can pretend I'm fine. And in my obsession, I will die, although I've committed no crime. And in my heart, I've been betrayed. My body is all that I'm worth. And in my mind, I've been enslaved. And God, I'm giving it all that I got so why doesn't anyone, love me, love me? I just need someone to want me. Why doesn't anyone care? Why won't you answer my prayer?

Dear sister, can you help me lie? I’ve told the truth so many years, but no one seems to wanna hear that. I’m not someone else inside. I’ve been along this lonely road. Looks like I’m not coming home. But I don’t mind, please don’t cry.

Taste me, drink my soul. Show me all the things that I shouldn't know. And there's a blue moon on the rise. I had everything, opportunities for eternity and I could belong to the night. Your eyes, your eyes, I can see in your eyes, your eyes. Everything in your eyes, your eyes. You make me wanna die. I'll never be good enough. You make me wanna die. And everything you love will burn up in the light. Every time I look inside your eyes, I'm burning in the light. You make me wanna die.

Broken lines across my mirror show my face, all red and bruised. And though I screamed and I screamed, well, no one came running. No, I wasn't saved, I wasn't safe from you. Don't let the water drag you down. Don't let the water drag you down. Don't let the water drag you down. Don't let me drown, don't let me drown in the waves. And I, I could be found, I could be what you had saved. Saved. Saved. Saved.

You turn the TV on, watch it if you dare. You see a politician and you start to pull your hair. But it's all two dimension, see there's really nothing there. You wanna tell them what you think, you think they fucking care? And boom, do you think they hear you now? And boom, making noises in the crowd. All in the way that you use it. You love it so much, then why do you abuse it? Why'd you bring a shotgun to the party? Why'd you bring a shotgun to the party? Everybody's got one, there's nothing new about it. Wanna make a statement? You should've come without it.

In the mist of the morning while the beast was asleep, woke up with a plan so brilliant, I could not believe. My mother and father, doctor and friends, don't tell them, don't trust them, they won't understand. If you can't win the battle, it's better to run. Bury it down with my soul. Down in my soul. Down with my soul. Where they'll never find me. My bones. My bones.

Time is relentless, a mathematical curse put upon by God above to makе your body hurt. Through the burning, the bleeding, the itch of the healing, the screams carry on through the night. But I know that somehow, it'll be alright. In the seventh hour waiting in the cold, I can feel the power. I'm turning gold, I'm turning gold. I'm turning gold. I'm turning gold. I'm turning gold.

Freedom found me when I first heard The Beatles sing. Music surrounding me, the church bells start to ring. I stole my daddy's vinyl and burned that needle out. Jimi, Janis and Morrison, a garden full of sound. I sold my car for an old guitar and set out on the road. My mama cried as she waved goodbye, praying for my soul. In rock and roll heaven, the great gig in the sky, gotta make it to twenty-seven before I die. In rock and roll heaven, couldn't get more high, gotta take what you've been given and just fly.