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It's like a chemical con
I've got my hands behind my back
Waiting for the day
For what was spun begins to crack

I don't want to listen
To the sound inside my head
Familiar voice thinking
It's either off or it's dead

Second chance, only comes for some
Do the dance, with the loaded gun

It's my constipated heart
And my bloods not the same
Walking up the same old way
Draining my last vein

I'm a fool with two bright eyes
Ready to begin
Let's not hoof this march
And repeat this tale again

Second chance, only comes for some
Do the dance, a with the loaded gun