Lyrics
Illusion? Is... Illusion? Is... Illusion? Is... It's confusion - Pray to live your life like a mortal man, makin' it the most you can, understand!
Playin' dead ain't so great when ya hate bein' the bait (find it all alone)
Takin' the time to compensate some lost fate when ya masturbate (6 feet underground)
The party starts to die in the grass you will lie your mind begins to fry (holding hands tight)
When you're robbed of all your cash his mouth you will mash at the hill-billy bash (you take them all down)
You can make or break or take this illusion... Just force it back down, but never let it go! You can make or break this situation... Just force it back down, don't ever let it go!
This rage comes to face, when you put them in their place. Don't need Quincy for this case! (no need anymore)
Nobody makes a sound, and the crook is never found. The body's never found. (crooked fucking life)
Your life is a fake. Between the choices that you make, and decisions that you take. (it doesn't work anymore)
I will let you in and see when you fucking let me be. This life is not free.
FREE!!!
When you're robbed or break or take this illusion... Just force it back down, but never let it go! You can make or break this situation... Just force it back down, don't ever let it go!
Tense. I miss, don't fall. Too tense. I miss. Don't fall. Too tense. I miss. Don't fall. Too tense. Tense. I miss. Don't fall. Too tense. Don't fuck me up before my chorus splits!---(X4)
I'll miss. Don't fall Too tense. Don't fuck me up before my life ends. Tense I miss don't fall...
Playin' dead ain't so great when ya hate bein' the bait (find it all alone)
Takin' the time to compensate some lost fate when ya masterbate (6 feet underground)
The party starts to die in the grass you will lie your mind begins to fry (holding hands tight)
When you're robbed of all your cash his mouth you will mash at the hill-billy bash (you're takin' them all down)
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