Transcription: Headed for a cheap escape On a print of some destruction What's preventing? Broken glass inside my head Bleeding down this sense of anguish Last confusion The world is a sick machine Breeding a mess of shame With such a desolate conclusion Fill the void, but I don't care There's a plague inside of me Even at my disposition Nothing's left Toil out of reality To a state of no abandon Like we're fate Well the world isn't safe you
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