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Hackerstate
04:21
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Eyes Glossed Over In Chrome
Need That Connection Like a Shot To The Dome
They're Taking Control
And You're Too Numb To Know
Log In To Tighten The Noose
Front Row Seats When Corruption Runs Loose
Monetized Brain Rot
Tie Off And Check The Knot
Brains Plugged In To a State of Control
Break That Connection For The Sake of Your Soul
They're Taking Control
And You're To Numb To Know
Plug The Cable Into The Vein
Front Row Seat For The State of Decay
TikTok Brain Rot
Tie Off and Check The Knot
We're Lost In This Lucid State
How Much Are We Expected To Take
Numb To The Core
Can't Take Much More
Living and Dying In This
Hackerstate
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Dope Fiend
04:25
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I Can Feel It Crawling
Scratching Beneath The Skin
Deep Down Inside It's What's Eating Me
I Can Feel It Picking
Picking Away My Skin
Deep Down Inside It's What's Feeding Me
I Invite You
To Live With The Shame
I Feel Everyday
Driving Me Insane
Feed Me What Kills Me
Feed Me To This Disease
Living For These Disgraced Faces
Making a Home in These Dark Places
Pull The Trigger
For All The Times That I Hate Myself
Find Myself In The Devil's Good Graces
Dying Alone in Faceless Disgrace
Hang The Noose Around Me Neck
Check The Knife That's In My Chest
Stick Your Needles In My Brain
One More Hit of The Pain That I Crave
Feed Me The Dope I Need To Cope
Choke It Down
Make It All Worth While
Taste The Blood That's In My Throat
Choke It Down
The Lights Fade Out
Feed Me What Kills Me
Feed Me To This Disease
Living For These Disgraced Faces
Making a Home in These Dark Places
Pull The Trigger
For All The Times That I Hate Myself
Find Myself In The Devil's Good Graces
Dying Alone in Faceless Disgrace
It's In My Skin
It's In My Skin
It's In My Skin
It's In My Skin
It's In My Skin
It's In My Skin
It's In My Skin
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Fake
04:31
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Pick Away Fake Skin
Resent Your Doll Like Grin
Stitched With The Worst Intent
Your Life Is My Regret
Lifeless and Perfect
Pale and Cold
Eyes Bleached White
It's Your Time To Rest
Leaflet Droplets on The Water
Imitating The Rain
Worship and Praise For False Icons
I'll Spit on Your Grave
I Know Your Pain
The Pain Your Heart Feels
I See It In Your Open Chest
So Still It Rests
Lifeless and Perfect
Pale and Cold
Eyes Bleached White
It's Your Time To Rest
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