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(Blood and guts, news with the dead amuse)
(Blood and guts, news with the dead amuse)

I bite my nails in the back of the room
I lose control of what I consume
Yeah, I think we all just become immune
You know what I mean, I assume

Anxious anticipation
Violent expectation

I can see it the way you fall, feel too real
I'm running out of ways to deal
I'm running out of ways to deal

(Televised suicide)

I want to run away (Televised suicide)
I want to run away (Televised suicide)
(Blood and guts, news with the dead amuse)

Blood and guts, news with the dead amuse
Exploit and abuse, destroy for views
I bite my nails in the back of the room
I lose control of what I consume
Yeah, I think we all just become immune
You know what I mean, I assume

I can see it the way you fall, feel too real
I'm running out of ways to deal
I'm running out of ways to deal

I'm running out of ways to deal
I'm running out of ways to deal
I'm running out of ways to deal

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