In The Deep
There’s an anger in us growing
A clawing aching thought
A permanent amnesia to the
fights that we have fought
Our “final girl syndrome”
Will finally meet its end
I’d claw my own skin off,
If it didn’t hurt to mend
On hands and knees
Please save another day
Oh god of personality
Please show us another way
The communists idealize the
“We” of godly thought
You gave my stomach butterflies
But it's Beelzebub inside tonight
Have you ever tried to breathe,
While the chlorine water takes your life
Stop my sadistic pleasures
Put fork back in hand
Dante’s loose within my lungs
An inferno wreaks across our land
On hands and knees
Please save another day
Oh god of personality
Please show us another way
The communists idealize the
“We” of godly thought
You gave my stomach butterflies
But it's Beelzebub inside tonight
Have you ever tried to breathe,
While the chlorine water takes your life
Our “final girl syndrome”
Will finally meet its end
I’d claw my own skin off,
If it didn't hurt to mend
And every other second
And every other lap
The track star team has run its course
Another moment has come to pass
Our “final girl syndrome”
Will finally meet its end
I’d claw my own skin off,
If it didn't hurt to mend
And every other second
And every other lap
The track star team has run its course
Another moment has come to pass
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