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I'm one touch one scroll one click from a perfect hell
I'm two minutes from a meltdown living inside a cell (self destruction)
Everything is make believe
When my head's inside a screen
Dreams die young behind our thumbs
And we all keep moving on
Bless the martyrs, sons, and daughters Who never leave their heads
Wasted by the hatred in our hands
Bring Out Your Dead
I'm one stab one word one thread from unraveling
I can't sleep can't shake this feeling of panicking
If everything is make believe
Then why is it so hard to breathe?
Dreams die young inside our lungs And we all keep moving on
Bless the martyrs, sons, and daughters Who never leave their heads
Wasted by the weapons that we send
Bring Out Your Dead Dead
Bless the martyrs, sons, and daughters Who rise above the threats
Will you disarm the voices of regret?
Bring Out Your Dead
