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By John Maher

Betrayed-soul strayed Can not pierce the first recall The vein The way The fool betrays The red within my tattered skin It's easier to be a piece of shit... Rather than a piece to reality Sinks about the head Never think about the deathbed That comes with the bruised tracks ahead You never cared You can't care Cause your fear disappears Wake up... wake up... Time to die Wake up, wake up Time is thin Wake up, wake up Try to wake up again Now, it's time to sin Losers can't rise above losers You know how it feels to be shown Your nose, my veins, they are both blown You need to realize it's okay, When it's done your way When you don't wake up everyday It's the teeth and the brain That start to decay they fall apart everyday Is it because we are down Sad, pissed off I don't think so motherfucker WAKE UP god dam it Realize that we are all lost Scared of reality And the pain that comes with it It's easier to slowly die Than to deal with it Don't stand there and judge those who pierce their pain While snipping up your brain Justification we are all losers With nothing to gain You can't be prejudice when you hate your everybody Unsane Look at yourself and that piece of shit in the mirror Fuck it all while it's there And then catch a ride downstairs I bet your arms are aimed to the air Now I'm not any better while in cardiac arrest For this weak, limp, lifeless frame of a man Piece of Shit Better known as a junkie Get the fuckin gun out of your nose Standing around the corner Your kid watches as he grows This shit goes out To all those who think they fuckin know We all know what has to be done To keep safe our daughters and our sons For those who hear this and think they relate Hope you learn and grow For your sake Keep that shit out of your arms and nose.

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