Beckoned

All dressed in black

Eyes of attack

Coming with one hand in pocket

To take from me

Sin in the eyes I see

Sin is nice of me

Nothing left for me

Reality

Forget it

You have messed up

Can't do anything

And I have messed up

Can't do anything

You're just a fuckup

I'm just a fuckup

We're just two fuckups

At least we're fucked

Up together

So sad to see you go

I said to myself you

Know

So sad to see a mind

Disappear through

Time

Lunacy's an argued

Taste

I guess there's no time

To waste

Oh passing times it's a

Passing phase

Reality

Forget it

You have messed up

Can't do anything

And I have messed up

Can't do anything

You're just a fuckup

I'm just a fuckup

We're just two fuckups

At least we're fucked

Up together

We are two fuckups

You have messed up

Can't do anything

And I have messed up

Can't do anything

You're just a fuckup

I'm just a fuckup

We're just two fuckups

At least we're fucked

Up together

Together, together

Together, together...on

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