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Amphetamines, I head straight for the liquor cabinet,
So don't blink I'm not afraid to shoot.

Hey, you know I'm quite tasteless,
So get up and get out of here.
You know I'll get wasted,
and now I'm fucked.

I'm feeling sweaty but I wont back down, I'll fall down hardly,
"Oh no",
Everybody's saying "Hey dude, make room",
I'm losing touch, I've lost my way.

But I don't care now,
I'd rather be here than with everybody dancing,
and talking too loud,
you're the centre of the world, kid.

Don't get back up, I couldn't crawl back home.

Hey, you know you're all faceless,
faded, and out of date.
You'll finally find your time was spent,
on blaming everyone but you.

But no one cares,
You shouldn't try so hard,

Back home,
You couldn't wait,
To meet new faces,
I don't think I care,
I've had enough of them.
Soon I'll pretend I don't know your name.

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from I'm Going To Kill Myself, released June 3, 2013

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