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PARTY ON MY DEATHBED

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A CALL TO THE VOID


Ladies and gentlemen
It was a cold-blooded premeditated murder

Brain pain again, can't remember my name (Ah!)
This distance is sickness, I'm super nihilistic (Ah!)

Do we exist inside an acid trip?
Or is this flux born from a fantasist?
My make-believe idiosyncrasy
Help me (Ah!)

Just wanna party on my deathbed
I'm here to live my life electric
Just wanna party on my deathbed
Yeah, maybe I am just a wreckhead
But I know I don't wanna waste it
Just wanna party on my deathbed

Ah, ah
I'm seeping love, I'm full of it
Secreting blood, I'll never quit
Would you wanna be me if you could see
The memory that haunts this hypocrite?
Born in a void, darkness feels like it's home
Death's banging on the door
So let's give him a show
Hey, hey
Nah, man, now don't be shady
I'm how your God has made me
I'm just a puppet on a burning stage
No health and safety
'Cause if I can't be me in this society
I'll hallucinate my own autonomy

Just wanna party on my deathbed
I'm here to live my life electric
Just wanna party on my deathbed
Yeah, maybe I am just a wreckhead
But I know I don't wanna waste it
Just wanna party on my deathbed

(My make-believe idiosyncrasy)
Do we exist inside an acid trip?
Or is this flux born from a fantasist?
My make-believe idiosyncrasy

Just wanna party on my deathbed
I'm here to live my life electric
Just wanna party on my deathbed
Yeah, maybe I am just a wreckhead
But I know I don't wanna waste it
Just wanna party on my deathbed

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