Conflict Absolution (Act. I)

tell the devil I got a bone to pick
I never said I'd sell my soul for this
I already told God this race is rigged
these are not the days to call in sick
they make this world a bitter place
darken your comedy expect the suffering
if you got something better to say now's the time before I leave this way



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Slane, Clay Nevels, Ryan Cano, Thomas Borboa
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