Welcome to my wonderful world of pain and Let me myself, my name is Tragedy The kind sneaks into your bedroom, late at night The kind that an airplane crash, while it's in flight
I'm the of stress that'll make your heart skip a beat The type that left you hungry and on the street The kind that you spin like CD Rom I took the life from your body till spirit is gone
I'm the type that turns your to bad dreams I'm the type to turn ideas into schemes I'm the that caused you pain, until you blacked out I'm the thing you saw before you passed out
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I'm that monster hides under your bed I'm the type that causes inside of your head I'm the kind of storm that left your crew I'm the that made your girlfriend bulimic
I'm the type that makes you enemy lines The type to weapons to the kids of Israel and Palestine The type to bring your Ouija board to The kind of panic that during a bank heist
I'm the type of tragedy that you can't from I'm the type of pain and you could die from The kind of stranger peaks over your fence thing you saw before I took your innocence
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Bang, bang, now me what you need Tell me how you feel, when I take away your Bang, bang, now you looking for? I'm that one standing behind doors
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