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(Death is... I tell you

I don't care how many screams you

Hear, I don't care how many anguished cries

Death is a million times preferable to ten more days of this life

If you knew what was ahead of you, if you knew what was ahead of you

You'd be glad to be stepping over tonight)

My back to the wall

With the plans that I made for the song

Can you hear me sing?

Can you hear my serenade?

Never mind the irony

My face in the cloud

Let the bones pick loud

Bitter melancholy could never fail me now

Better song from the pedestal

Sermons of better words

My back to the wall

Feeling fast, make a line from the back

Keep the itty-bitties calm as we all prepare for the masquerade

For the razor blade

Must've lost my name

But I sure do clean up good

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Do you like me?

Would you follow me home?

No more talk, no words

Join the revolution

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Do you like me?

Would you die for me?

My voice to the tape

With the ceremony

Set light to the page

Let it burn in the memory

You will remember me

My back to the gun when it comes to the brim

And it drips to the [?]

To be sealed forever in the plastic picture of me

Take a picture of me

Must've lost my name

But I sure do clean up good

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Do you like me?

Would you follow me home?

No more talk, no words

Join the revolution

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Do you like me?

Will you die for me?

Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh

Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh

Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh

Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh

Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

(We didn't commit suicide

We committed an act of revolutionary suicide

Protesting the conditions of an inhumane world)

Must've lost my name

But I sure do clean up good

Pretty pictures

Do you like me?

Would you follow me home?

No more talk, no words

Join the revolution

Pretty pictures

Do you like me?

Would you die for me?

Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh

Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh

Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh

Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh

Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

(...Of the relaxation of stepping over to the next plane?

So set an example for others

We've set one thousand people who say,

"We don't like the way the world is...")