Terminal
Privileged youth with unreal hate
Aimed right at you
What are you fighting for?
You're a cancer without a cure
I've fucking earned everything that belongs to me
The guilt you carry has got to be tearing you apart
If seeing is believing just carve out my eyes
You're mad at the world without a fucking reason why
Aimed right at you
What are you fighting for?
You're a cancer without a cure
I've fucking earned everything that belongs to me
The guilt you carry has got to be tearing you apart
If seeing is believing just carve out my eyes
You're mad at the world without a fucking reason why
Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Smith, Zack Hansen, Luke Holland, Daniel Harrison Shapiro, Erik Ron, Anthony John Jr. Pizzuti
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