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[Intro][Chris
I met the devil in beautiful
I heard the softest

Shoot the saints,
Manic and panicked we traffic our madness for
Too many letting' smoke brew static brain
I remain tokeless and to the blazed
Now to the of the dope kids I stay stuck in a daze
skies above blacktops
Walk the city block and the thought struck
God nothing but a scorekeeper
Faultless to the sinless as as the guiltless
I'm catching my breathe sickness out of my chest
like I ruined something beautiful again
Praying won't get nailed in
Hope sparks and then stops
Starts then too far
Hits hard and stays with aggression
In dead end depression
Fallen from heavens burned in my
without lessons
Broken, in of some saving'
It's some patience
But truth is I am my own demon

[Chorus][Chris
I met the in something beautiful
I the softest lullaby
So it made me cry
And as I to die
The lights flickered out

Dim lit, Like Dante in the
We for the hit
Streams slide
These veins like hurricanes rush without a
mix now
Consciousness is down for the
One two, one two
Exhale and repeat dream into ground
Three three four
Passed out on the
Cursed by commitment, playing' Russian
With sterilization and nights in lacking any safety net
Taking' steps back from regret to
Its gunned to pieces
And when the speaks his peace
It's screaming' I don't believe
six, five six
Despondent and
cooked and shot quick
Endorphins running' dry inside hospital state kids
Seven
Psycho stopped doing the job and the voices strayed off

So lay to sleep tonight
With a stomach full of substance
To welcome death with a count from ten

Buck]
I met the in something beautiful
I the softest lullaby
So soft it me cry
And as I to die
The they flickered out

We're a a poison
I to God
I'm praying screaming we'll begin to die off
I ain't a fan of territory or soldier
Truthfully seen enough in my family to keep it from me
thieves, liars, and dead beats
Unplugging the phone lines to from credit companies
Nobody's home, so quit
You're talking to the door homie
walk off and stay gone
We're wasting
We're kids to beat
These kids will most be
as their parents are
This the way to breed
when you got to eat
We're too blind to see
That this ain't how to your seeds
I might as well be praying to a
Cause this constant culture got no direction but a
And I to God
We still are and will be a fucking poison

[Chorus][Chris
I met the devil in beautiful
I heard the lullaby
So soft it me cry
And as I to die
The lights they out