Is it easy for you to kill every beautiful thing, with your Midas touch?
Is it easy to buy happiness?
How do you sleep at night? What kind of lies do you tell yourself to convince you that what you do is right?
You fucked up Batman in ‘97, fucked up Woodstock in ‘99
Do you even have a heart to follow?
Your shit is hard to swallow
How does being hollow feel?
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