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I, I am clearly broken and no one knows what to do Pieces of the puzzle don't fit, so, I pound them into you Itching is the pulse inside Creeping out to come alive It's just doing what its going to do Times are looking grim these days Holding onto everything Its hard to draw the line Shut the f*ck up! Get up! Shut the f*ck up! Get up! Shut the f*ck up! Get up! I can't wait to rip my eyes out and look at you Peace through pain is precious especially when its done by you Itching is the pulse inside Creeping out to come alive It's just doing what its going to do Times are looking grim these days Holding onto everything It's hard to draw the line And I'm, I'm hiding in this empty space Tortured by my memories of what I've left behind Shut the f*ck up! Get up! Shut the f*ck up! Get up! Shut the f*ck up! Get up! Times are looking grim these days Holding onto everything It's hard to draw the line And I'm, I'm hiding in this empty space Tortured by my memories of what I've left behind Shut the f*ck up! Get up! Shut the f*ck up! Get up! Shut the f*ck up! Get up!