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:
......: what you said about me before was just a lie
::::::: in this sick and perverted game called life it's a tie
::::::: between my sick thoughts about you and me
..::::::: and the feelings i get when you hate me
: strike me down with your love hammer
. Slap me with that big old sledge hammer
because im not worthy to breathe the air
the polluted air that you had, it's not fair
im dying here in my place, it should be sung
in this place forever, my head has been spinning around