I am nada
I am nada
I am nothing
but an empty skeleton
full of broken promises
how can I stop this
when I'm already dead?
live, said the angel...
...and so they did
except I am in the hands of the diablo
and he wants me to do bad
listening is easy
so is doing
don't try and stop me
I'll leave everyone the fuck alone
just like they left me
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