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It's the season of the thrill. You can even feel the chill. Time to make another deal. Time to write another will. Take another step into the season of the web And let another person fall into it. Time to get ahead. I'm feeling dead, but feeling better than I ever Felt before. Let my sins all wash away before They drip onto the floor. Shut the door, let it flood and let me Win this fucking war. Feeling lost, when I find myself I'm ready for Some more. Feeling torn, never knowing when I'm Beating on the score. Feeling sore, never knew myself better than before. Never gonna let you put me down again. Never gonna let you come around again. Never gonna feed into the never-ending shit. Fucking trash, now it's over. Hope you're ready for the end. Never thought I'd find myself caught up in the Mix. On the other side of freedom, Crying over bloody wrists. Now I'm pissed, waking up to things I never Should've missed. Bloody fists, now I'm back to Sanctuary in the mist. Fuck a phone, fuck a bitch. Think I owe him any shit. Fuck a wrist, fuck a mix. Keep on blowing on my dick. Fuck a side bitch, I'm out. Now I'm ready for the ship. Fuck a fist, fuck a twist. 'Cause I'm dying for my shit. Never gonna let you put me down again. Never gonna let you come around again. Never gonna feed into the never-ending shit. Fucking trash, now it's over. Hope you're ready for the end. Never gonna let you put me down again. Never gonna let you come around again. Never gonna feed into the never-ending shit. Fucking trash, now it's over. Hope you're ready for the end. I know it's sad world. But the thoughts of won't let it pass by. Such a soul I'll remember. There's no picture in my mind. Loving you was our aim. There's no, No, no one to blame.