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Paroles: Have Fun Dying. Sonic Truth.

I found my mind in the gutter
It soaked up all it could muster
I saw the truth in a streetlight
And walked the streets with a purpose

I'm on my way
We don't need you here
Beneath the scum on the surface
There's air I'd like to breathe
Take a deep breath, let go

You're the king of the freak-out
Makin' deals under rain clouds
Looks that kill make a promise
Evaporate all the progress

I'm on my way
We don't need you here
Beneath the scum on the surface
There's air I'd like to breathe
Take a deep breath, let go
Have Fun Dying