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It just won't fit. I won't let it be. My deathbed I knit. I fight to be free. Free from what? "Nothing", I proclaim. I was born in a rut. My life is lame. I prefer to subtract. Rather than add. Sad, but it's a fact, I'm a loco lad. This place is depressing, this place my mind lays. Maybe a blessing... ...to be dead these days. I enjoy this place for some odd reason. It's set at a steady pace with a fucking short off season. People I seek, things I implore, my mind is so weak. My esteem so poor. I'm sane on the out, but loco n the mind. Here's the key. Come see what you'll find. Aus Songtexte Mania