Dog

Bring out your death thoughts

Let's start again

Building to break

Natural to hate

You're tired of your reason to be

Part of something when I know it when I'm high

Part of nothing when I know it when I crack

And I could be your god

I could be your love

And I could be your dog

And I could be more

And I could be your

Tinker tailor soldier sailor rich man poor man male or female

Look in detail for a sign

The crown of thorns is mine

Be my subject

My accessory to murder 'cause I want to get on further

My life depends on profit

What I am and what I`m not

All I ever want to be

Is only a shadow of how you see me

And if you didn`t look

Being part of it requires dedication

It's what I need

It's inspiration

It's what I feed on

It's what I need when I bleed

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