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JACOB&PATRICK: Cut me out of the picture. Anything's better than this harsh stricture/It remains so complicated/Where's the line to stand alone? Inherit this sadness with my throne/All my senses aggravated/White shirt stained red with blood. It flowed like words straight from my tongue/All your moves were calculated.

J: This world, in God's eyes, is a cannonball. Kids fuck and drink. Is that really life? What do you think? We're just bullets in space.

P: When I try to sing they tell me I should scream. When I try to scream they say I should sing. The kids like it, so it must be cool. We sag our tight pants, dressed up like fools. Bodies weighed down by metal and ink. Standards so low we can no longer sink. Is there no end to this hypocrisy? I know there’s some of you in all of me.

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