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We’ve all got those things crawling under what they perceive / We know sharp fangs and they chew in the times alone / My gut is telling, oh it’s telling me why? / She’d rather see a man up than me undone

The snow coming down now / Like December, burning up in the summer rays / But I’m not stumbling, like a pretender / Medicine flowing through my veins

In here a tale of a boy who reached the masses / His name was billy and he liked to get high / A normal guy until the green-skin apocalypse / A do or die

It feels so wrong, stuck down in the web we weave / Tear apart the way we are and do it so well / Our peace of mind left in pieces / Holding your head in hands and the world’s watching today