You have no interest in the past
Where you came from
Where you're going to
There's a cliche in your eye
File the edges down
Soon be underground
There's nothing here for you under the sun
There's nothing new to do, it's all been done
So put your faith in another place
Never seem to get away from this
It's all falling into an abyss
So put your foot on the pedal boy
All you know is secondhand
The bullet passed through the cage inside you
You stole the only thing you love
So unfaithful, the drop is fatal
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