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Best Song Ever. PERIOD.

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Platinum
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man: no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm, I've been kicked around
since I was born.
And now it's all right. It's OK.
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
the New York Times' effect on man.

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother,
you're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin',
and we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive.

Well now, I get low and I get high,
and if I can't get either, I really try.
Got the wings of heaven on my shoes.
I'm a dancin' man and I just can't lose.
You know it's all right. It's OK.
I'll live to see another day.
We can try to understand
the New York Times' effect on man.

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother,
you're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin',
and we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive.

Life goin' nowhere. Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere. Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah. Stayin' alive.

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man: no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm,
I've been kicked around since I was born.
And now it's all right. It's OK.
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
the New York Times' effect on man.

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother,
you're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin',
and we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive.

Life goin' nowhere. Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere. Somebody help me, yeah.
I'm stayin' alive.
 
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Forty-seven dead beats living in the back street
North east west south all in the same house
Sitting in a back room waiting for the big boom
I'm in a bedroom waiting for my baby

CHORUS:
She's so mean but I don't care
I love her eyes and her wild wild hair
Dance to the beat that we love best
Heading for the nineties
Living in the wild wild west
The wild wild west

Mandy's in the backroom handing out Valium
Sheriff's on the airwaves talking to the D.J.'s
Forty-seven heartbeats beating like a drum
Got to live it up live it up
Ronnie's got a new gun

CHORUS

Now put your flags in the air and march them up and down
You can live it up live it up all over the town
And turn to the left, turn to the right
I don't care as long as she comes tonight

CHORUS

Heading for the nineties living in the eighties
Screaming in a back room waiting for the big boom
Give me give me wild west
Give me give me safe sex
Give me love give me love
Give me time to live it up

CHORUS
 
The Bee Gees are underated
 
This is better

Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight
Gonna grab some afternoon delight
My motto's always been 'when it's right, it's right'
Why wait until the middle of a cold dark night?
When everything's a little clearer in the light of day
And we know the night is always gonna be there any way

Thinkin' of you's workin' up my appetite
Looking forward to a little afternoon delight
Rubbin' sticks and stones together makes the sparks ingite
And the thought of lovin' you is getting so exciting
Sky rockets in flight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight

Started out this morning feeling so polite
I always though a fish could not be caught who wouldn't bite
But you've got some bait a waitin' and I think I might try nibbling
A little afternoon delight
Sky rockets in flight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight
 
This is one of the most hardcore songs ever!

Da Lench Mob Lyrics

Fuck You and Your Heroes Lyrics

Intro and Chorus:

Elvis - Buck him with my shotgun!!! (repeat 3 times)
Elvis - Buck Buck Buck Buck!!

Verse One: J-Dee

Does Polly want a cracker? Fuck no, she a zero
And I ain't with the rednecked hero
I'm glad that Lincoln got bucked in the face
We shoulda been free in the first place
Now let me drop it like it should be dropped
and watch Rocky Marciano's assed get mopped (what up)
[Madonna, you mutherfuckin' slut
You could show ya butt, and Jimmy STILL won't get up] (word)
The Beatles, I just can't fade
Get the mutherfuckin raid, Bone, we got roaches
[And Fonzie can't rumble]
And by the way you can have Bryant Gumble
Babe Ruth was good against the white boys
But he couldn't hit a nigga like Doc Gooden
Marylin Monroe was a ho to the Kennedy's
Don't worry - J.D. know the enemy
And I'll point 'em out if ya don't know 'em
[And tell Uncle Sam that I'm lookin' for 'em]
Cause we don't bow down to no zeros
And I'll say - fuck you and your heroes!!

Chorus

(I'll snap your red-assed neck you motherfuckin perpetratin bitch)

Verse Two:

Now, who's the next maggot
George Washington, he wore a wig like a (faggot)
Just like Rock Hudson (yeah)
Him and Liberace' both like butts and dicks
Gobbled up nuts like chicks
T-Bones on the mutherfuckin' mix
Don't talk about Bird and all his scorin'
Cause I'll say Magic, Ewing, Jordon
Olajuwon, Isiah and Barkley
[Now bitch don't start me]
You ask me if I like Arsenio (bone you tell 'em)
<Scratch> Mutherfucker NO!!
Take it from the Lench Mob (yeah)
Elvis is Dead as a Doorknob
Never been caught, for all the songs he stole
[And you put James Brown on parole?]
I know the deal - you hate to see the Black race
Win the mutherfuckin race
Cause you still think we're Negroes
But I say - fuck you and your heroes!!!!!
 
AESOP ROCK


Commencement at the Obedience Academy Lyrics


Verse One:

The harvest appeared less plentiful than last season
I imagine sloppy seed handling avoke the stroke of tardy planting
And the crops we'd have harnessed in mid November
It only brushed the blossom bracket then soon sacrificed
Lives to icicle jackets when the frosted
I sunk to find the walk beneath the mosses
Where the planted tunnel pass after the rains have run their courses
But alas the portraits of these frosted corpses tortured in the grass
Off of distorts or pour the one tall glass and nauseous
And I'm asking you, why's this spy supply hiding in strangers
When they know atop the food chains I could spot biters for acres
Now be gracious, these minstools turn a bully's psycho civil
By dissolving the candy coated image down to the pixels
Yelp bringing the self-stop freedom brigade investors
And the studies connecting one hit wonders with dust collectors
Puts it down, and it's down beneath your sappy sing alongs
So stick it further down, we'll let Dante decide which ring I'm on
Nova, the elders took positions and advance march
Parts playing a scheme parking the rain in my canteen now I'm like
Point: I guess I could spare a splash for a couple of heads
Counterpoint: During my famine I never got broke your bread
Well equation of intrigue, yes, yes, let me fed sit for a bit
These 'tensils need soaking before I hand out token
"Shut the fuck up" drama like Kabuki with a heart of dirt
Skull fucked cross bones hence my birth it hurts

Chorus:

Must not sleep must warn others
Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
I milk my habitat for almost everything I want
Sometimes I take it all and still can't feel this pitfall in my gut
And I'm like must not sleep must warn others
Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
I'm trying to walk on top of sunshine
But it's ridiculous at times that's why I tore 'em with this warning

Verse Two:

Wanting the glory of our advance fire ants to water beetles
Free masons adjacent debasing on pins and needles
Pupil turned pedagogue benedicts into my dream
Beam in a billion bottle rockets off the golden mezzanine
I pluck the pedals off a classic blood rose one at a time
Gripping the stem and right invite the thorns to dig up in my lifeline
A metaphor for nighttime, ante up the slight cost of exhaustion
To salute the moon of our paradise lost and you're a spectator
Stringent, inch by sacred inch shoveling colon in my earthworm soul
Borough up through the dirt with bloody digit lick my knuckles clean
Noting the corporate clusters holding hands round the abode of the dam
And what's your poison? Starlight and amaze her with a nicotine chaser
Sip it clean savor the taste then sit and dream later
The ollage pay their back upon they hinges twenty miles
Across the glassy eye window of one less to passes by
Now I'm six foot four with a sick flow walk up just to recline
With no free time, the alarm storms at nine
My daytime's on some, yes sir, okay sir, right away sir
Sir do you mind if I breathe sir oh you do? Well excuse me sir fuck you
I breathe slow, I'm running with these fantastic amalgams
Painting casket bound careers to pierce gunning with classic albums
Security's the javelin, catch it; labor
Clocked in at seven six and haven't clocked out ever since

Chorus:

Must not sleep must warn others
Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
I milk my habitat for almost everything I want
Sometimes I take it all and still can't feel this pitfall in my gut
And I'm like must not sleep must warn others
Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
I'm trying to walk on top of sunshine
But it's ridiculous at times that's why I tore 'em with this warning


That's some serious voodoo style word play there. Sick ass song imo. It's hip-hop btw.
 
There was a remix of this song by N-trance
Quite good too
 
Here's a little story I gots to tell,
about three bad brothers you know so well.
It started way back in history with Adrock, MCA and me, Mike D.

I been had a little horsey named Paul Revere.
Just me and my horsey and a quart of beer.
Ridin' cross the land, kickin' up sand.
Sheriff Posse is on my tail cuz I'm in demand.
One lonely Beastie I be,
all by myself without nobody.
The sun is beatin' down on my baseball hat.
The air is gettin' hot, the beer is gettin' flat.
Lookin' for a girl, I ran into a guy.
His name is MCA, I said "howdy", he said "hi."

He told a little story that sounded well rehearsed.
Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst.
The brew was in my hand, and he was on my tip.
His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry, he asked me for a sip.
He said "Can I get some?"
I said "You can't get none."
I had a chance to run,
but he pulled out his shotgun.
Quick on the draw, I thought I'd be dead.
He put the gun to my head and this is what he said:
"My name is MCA, I got a license to kill.
I think you know what time it is, it's time to get ill.
So what do we have here?
And outlaw and his beer.
I run this land, you understand, I've made myself clear."
We stepped into the wind, he had a gun, I had a grin.
As if this story's over, but it's ready to begin.

"I've got the gun, you've got the brew.
You've got two choices of what you can do.
It's not a tough descision as you can see.
I can blow you away or you can ride with me."
I said, "I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border.
The Sheriff is after me for what I did to his daughter.
I did it like this, I did it like that.
I did it with the whiffle ball bat.
So I'm on the run, the cop's got my gun.
Right about now it's time to have some fun.
The King Adrock, that is my name,
and I know the fly spot where they got the champagne."
We rode for six hours then we hit the spot.
The beat was-a-bumpin' and the girlies was hot.
This dude was starin' like he knows who we are,
so we took the empty spot next to him at the bar.
MCA said "Yo, you know this kid?"
I said I didn't but I know he did.
The kid said, "Get ready, cuz this ain't funny.
My name is Mike D and I'm about to get money."
He pulled out the jammey, aimed it at the sky.
He yelled, "Stick 'em up!" And let two fly.
Hands went up and people hit the floor.
He wasted two kids that ran for the door.
"I'm Mike D and I get respect.
Your cash and your jewelery is what I expect."
MCA what with it, and he's my ace,
so I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face.
The piano player's out, the music stopped.
This boy had beef, and he got dropped.
Mike D grabbed the money, MCA snatched the gold.
I grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold.
 
When your world is full of strange arrangements

And gravity won’t pull you through

You know you’re missing out on something

Well that something depends on you

All I’m saying, it takes a lot to love you

All I’m doing, you know it’s true

All I mean now, there’s one thing

Yes one thing that turns this grey sky to blue


That’s the look, that’s the look

The look of love


When your girl has left you out on the pavement (goodbye)

Then your dreams fall apart at the seams

Your reason for living’s your reason for leaving

Don’t ask me what it means


Who’s got the look? I don’t know the answer to that question

Where’s the look? if I knew I would tell you

What’s the look? look for your information

Yes there’s one thing, the one thing that still holds true

(what’s that? )


That’s the look, that’s the look

The look of love


If you judge a book by the cover,

Then you’d judge the look by the lover

I hope you’ll soon recover,

Me I go from one extreme to another


And though my friends just might ask me

They say Freeballin maybe one day you’ll find true love

I say maybe, there must be a solution

To the one thing, the one thing, we can’t find


That’s the look, that’s the look

The look of love

That’s the look, that’s the look

The look of love


That’s the look, that’s the look

Sisters and brothers

Should help each other

Oh, oh, oh

Heavens above

That’s the look, that’s the look, hip hip hooray, ay

That’s the look, that’s the look, yippee ai yippee aiay

That’s the look, that’s the look

Be lucky in love

Look of love
 
The Murder Dance

Mmmmmm-Uuuuuu-Rrrrrr-Dddddd-Eeeeee-Rrrrrrr

Murder Dance

Ah we can kill if we want to, we can leave your dead friends behind
Cause your friends don't breathe and if they don't breathe
Well they're no friends of mine

I say, we can stab who we want to, bury the bodies where they will never find
And we can act like we come from out of this world
Leave the pickaxe far behind,
and we can kill

We can kill if we want to, we can leave your dead girlfriend behind
Cause your girlfriend don't dance and if she don't dance
Well she should be strung out on a line

I say, we can eat who we want to, the heart tastes mighty fine
And we can act like we come from out of this world
Leave the pancreas far behind
and we can eat

Francois!

Ah we can sodomize when we want to, the victim is young and has one eye
And her father we can beat, from his hat to his feet
and surprise him with the victory cry

I say we can shoot old ladies if we want to, if we don't nobody will
And you can kill for food, eat the brain after it's removed
And you can disembowel the infidels

I say we can hack, we can hack everybody out of control
We can hack, we can hack, blood splattering from wall to wall
We can kill, we can kill blood dripping from your hands
We can kill, we can kill everybody's eyeballs are gonna be lanced

Murder Dance
Oh well the murder dance
Ah yes the murder dance

Mmmmmm-Uuuuuu-Rrrrrr-Dddddd-Eeeeee-Rrrrrr

Murder Dance

We can play russian roulette if we want to, we can end your life and mine
As long as we abuse it, never gonna lose it
Murder/Suicides always work out right

I say, if you dance I will gut you, leave your carcass far behind
Cause you can't dance, and if you can't dance
Well I guess you deserve to die

I say we can maim, we can maim everybody out of control
We can throw, we can throw dead bodies against the wall
We can saw, we can saw off everybody's hands
We can dance, we can dance everybody's takin' the chance
Oh Well the murder dance
ah yes the murder dance
Oh well the murder dance
Oh well the murder dance
Oh yes the murder dance
Oh the murder dance yeah
Oh it's the murder dance
It's the murder dance
Well it's the murder dance
Oh it's the murder dance
Oh it's the murder dance
Oh it's the murder dance
Oh it's the murder dance

copyright 2002, Satanic Goatslayer
 
Personally, I prefer supertramp. :)

Supertramp - The Logical Song Lyrics

When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful,
a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so
happily,
joyfully, playfully watching me.
But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible,
logical, responsible, practical.
And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,
clinical, intellectual, cynical.
There are times when all the world's asleep,
the questions run too deep
for such a simple man.
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
but please tell me who I am.
Now watch what you say or they'll be calling you a radical,
liberal, fanatical, criminal.
Won't you sign up your name, we'd like to feel you're
acceptable, respectable, presentable, a vegetable!
At night, when all the world's asleep,
the questions run so deep
for such a simple man.
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
but please tell me who I am.
 
I love that song! However being an x getar player(if someone heard me they'd be like he's good--but really I was pretty run of the mill) I mostly listen to sounds. The guitar is most important of course, theres many songs I listen to over and over and over and couldn't tell you anything about the lyrics.
 
perfectworld said:
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man: no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm, I've been kicked around
since I was born.
And now it's all right. It's OK.
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
the New York Times' effect on man.

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother,
you're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin',
and we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive.

Well now, I get low and I get high,
and if I can't get either, I really try.
Got the wings of heaven on my shoes.
I'm a dancin' man and I just can't lose.
You know it's all right. It's OK.
I'll live to see another day.
We can try to understand
the New York Times' effect on man.

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother,
you're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin',
and we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive.

Life goin' nowhere. Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere. Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah. Stayin' alive.

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man: no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm,
I've been kicked around since I was born.
And now it's all right. It's OK.
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
the New York Times' effect on man.

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother,
you're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin',
and we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive.

Life goin' nowhere. Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere. Somebody help me, yeah.
I'm stayin' alive.
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my favorite song is A Whole new world!
 
In the merry month of June, From my home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted,
Saluted father dear, Kissed my darlin' mother,
Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, And leave where I was born,
I cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin,
In a brand new pair of brogues, I rattled o'er the bogs,
And frightened all the dogs, On the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four, five

In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight, Next mornin' light and airy,
Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinkin',
That's an Irishman's cure, Whene'er he's on for drinking.
To see the lasses smile, Laughing all the while,
At my curious style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'.
They ax'd if I was hired, The wages I required,
Till I was almost tired, Of the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city.
Then I took a stroll, All among the quality,
My bundle it was stole, In a neat locality;
Something crossed my mind, Then I looked behind;
No bundle could I find, Upon my stick a wobblin'.
Enquirin' for the rogue, They said my Connacht brogue,
Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!

From there I got away, My spirits never failin'
Landed on the quay As the ship was sailin';
Captain at me roared, Said that no room had he,
When I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy,
Down among the pigs I played some funny rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, The water round me bubblin',
When off Holyhead, I wished myself was dead,
Or better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!

The boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed,
Called myself a fool; I could no longer stand it;
Blood began to boil, Temper I was losin',
Poor ould Erin's isle They began abusin',
"Hurrah my soul," sez I, My shillelagh I let fly;
Some Galway boys were by, Saw I was a hobble in,
Then with a loud hurray, They joined in the affray.
We quickly cleared the way, For the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!
 
Riddle me this brother can you handle it
Your style to my style you can't hold a candle to it
Equinox symmetry and the balance is right
Smokin' and drinkin' on a Tuesday night
It's not how you play the game it's how you win it
I cheat and steal and sin and I'm a cynic
For those about to rock we salute you
The dirty thoughts for dirty minds we contribute to
I once was lost but now I'm found
The music washes over and you're one with the sound
Who shall inherit the earth the meek shall
I think I'm starting to peak now Al
From S.S. Decontrol and the man upstairs I hope that he cares
If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire
We're just 3 M.C.'s and we're on the go
SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO
Only 24 hours in a day
Only 12 notes a man can play
Music for all and not just one people
And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel
More Adidas sneakers that a plumber got pliers
Got more suites that Jacoby & Meyers
If not for my vices my bugged out desires
My year would be good just like Goodyear's tires
So I'm out pickin' pockets at the Atlantic Antic
And nobody wants to hear you cause your rhymes are so frantic
I mix business with pleasure way too much
I mean wine and women and song and such
I don't get blue I gotta mean red streak
You don't pay the band your friends and that's weak
Get even like Steven like pulling a Rambo
SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO
Steal from the rich and I'm out robbing banks
Give to the poor and I always give thanks
Got more stories that J.D. Salinger
I hold the title and you are the challenger
I've got money like Charles Dickens
Got the girlies in the Couple like the Colonel's got the chickens
Always go out dapper like Harry S. Truman
I'm madder than Mad's Alfred E. Newman
*Never gonna let them say that I don't love you*
My noggin is hoggin all kinds of thoughts
Adam Yoggin is Yauch and he's rockin of course
Smoke the holy chalice got my own religion
Rally round the stage and check the funky dope musicians
Jerry Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee Falwell
You love Mario Andretti cause he always drives his car well
Vicious circle of reality since the day you were born
And we love the hot butter on what the popcorn
Sippin on wine and mackin
Rockin on the stage with all the hands clappin
Ride the wave of fate it don't ride me
*Being very proud to be an M.C.*
And the man upstairs I hope that he cares
If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire
Amps and crossovers under my rear hood
The bass is bumpin from the back of my Fleetwood Brougham D'Elegance
They tell us what to do hell no
SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO
 
I’m suffering from depression
The anger turned within
What do I gain for all my pain
Perhaps a seat in heaven?

Don’t do what you want
Do what you’re taught is right
Your life is built on guilt
Don’t forget your valium tonight

The agony I must endure
My mind is painful and swells
The punishment for what I’ve done
Is forever the pains of hell
How come what is natural
Has to be a sin?
Why would God give me this urge
If I cannot give in?
They say don’t give up
That jesus loves me

I went down into my basement
Confused and depressed
Put black sabbath on
Razor blade in hand
A wilkinson I think
Ten slashes on each arm
My only wrongdoing
Was being born human
And following my only instincts
I never was happy, I never was saved
So I shall be extinct
The growing pool of crimson
At last I am pure
Witness my sanguineous penance
I don’t need anyone
My soul’s been set free
Death is total independence

Angry neurotic catholics
It’s a sin

Nothing can stop the pain
and nothing can stop the pain
suffering from anxiety
it seems like an eternity
Somebody somebody kill me
somebody put my out of my misery
Inner Conflict
Inner Conflict
The pain it only gets worse
and the pain it only get worse
give up 'cause there is no hope
life is hell when you can't cope

Love is fear
I rip at my face in the mirror
death approaching
expiration growing nearer
I'm rotting inside
I'm disgusted with myself
I'm in hell
 
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