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I don't believe in cutting corners Own it like a scar on the face Stand tall whether taking the gold or in last place Not really the one to give God praise But if you got the gospel tell me how it taste, Hallelujah Biting on the bullet for strength I'm a long distance runner sucker I'm in it for length It's not a matter of whether you can play But a scale of if you give a fuck enough to make us stay Lay it down, Separate the men from the mice Another body under halogen lights missing its life one Wondering what the hell would make you think You could judge another person for loving something so much it hurts the stomach, huh?! Living by the blood in my neck with a bulls eye tatted on the back of my head I've never spoke it how they wanted it to be said So the left me for the winter and the wolves Tear me to shreds And rip me to bits, Tear another page out Punch me in the ribs I can smell the poison on your lips SongtexteWhatever it is I'd be willing to bet They wanna to get inside my head Tell me how it is Sitting in the tower with a rifle and a list I can see the razor on your lips Whatever it is, I'd be willing to bet You should've held your breath I don't believe in sitting down Take it like a knife in the back If it burnt out into nothing after striking the match I've never been the type to follow the packs So if its true you got all the answers Then why the hell you so mad? Another holy ghost laid script Clipped the wings off of my words And buried the shiv(?) They want to pick apart the passion in my ribs I invite them - 'cause I don't run away from shit Lay it out! Separate the guns and the flowers The minutes that go into all of these hours And I bet if you were given a smidgen Of just the tip of the ice berg I've had to struggle with you Wouldn't act so sour, maybe not Living of the fruit of my stress With a size twelve boot heel steppin' on my chest Didn't do it how they wanted it to end So they threw me to the winter & wolves Tear me to shreds And rip me to bits, Tear another page out Punch me in the ribs I can smell the poison on your lips Whatever it is I'd be willing to bet They wanna to get inside my head Tell me how it is Sitting in the tower with a rifle and a list I can see the razor on your lips Whatever it is, I'd be willing to bet You should've held your breath Aus Songtexte Mania