Let me get this one flat out straight
Illuminate please it’s not too late
Since when did you [bad word] a god?
You might be right, I’ve been tattered
‘n torn, self [bad word] since I was born
So what’s that got to do with you?

 [bad word] 
Close yet far – I’ve gone now
Safe and sound – I don’t know how
Knuckled under – never giving up
And it all goes to show exactly what?

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So much fun when you can tell me I’m dun
Such a sweet unchaining sound
Whisper me softly that I’m gonna die young
Before you do take a look into the ground
It’s not my funeral

If you rip my life apart in no time
I’ll put it back together in 2.5
How’s that for punctuality?

Since you wanna [bad word] me over
And I know you do
Better be aware I’m gonna [bad word] you too
But you should by now be schooled in that very piece of my mind’s obscurity