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Woorden: 40 Below Summer. Side Show Freaks. Disease.

Think about your life
Think about your life in the ground
Think about your pain
Think about it then suck it down

Think about the road
Think about that your on
Think about your life
Now it's gone

Face up and change
Your time displaced
No way you're gonna
Escape

If you could see through my eyes
You'll see I'm fucked up inside

I can't get away
I can't get away from this place
I am drowning in
I am drowning in my mistakes

I can't get it off
I can't get it off, yes, it's real
I can't get it off
There's nothing to feel

No life this is the
Last time I've got it
All wrong right from it

If you could see through my eyes
You'll see I'm fucked up inside

Can't you just see it's a trap
You been jacked, you been smacked
You been cracked, it's a fact in the black
That's designed to hold you back

You can try, you can die
You can fly, you can run, you can hide
But the pain that you feel inside

You been hooked, you been booked
You been shook, you been took
Why can't you take a look?
Take a look, take a look

You're gonna burn and bleed
On your knees gonna feel the freeze
As you feel my disease, as you feel my disease
My disease, my disease