[Verse 1]
I bite my nails in the back of the room
I lose control of what I consume
I think we all just become immune
You know what I mean, I assume
[Pre-Chorus]
Anxious in this participation
Bloodline expectation
[Chorus]
I can see it the way you fall, feel too real
I'm running out of ways to heal
I'm running out of ways to heal
[Post-Chorus]
(televised suicide)
I want to crawl away (televised suicide)
I want to runaway (televised suicide)
[Verse 2]
Blood here, blood tears with the amuse
Exploit and abuse, destroy for views
I bite my nails in the back of the room
I lose control of what I consume
I think we all just become immune
You know what I mean, I assume
I bite my nails in the back of the room
I lose control of what I consume
I think we all just become immune
You know what I mean, I assume
[Pre-Chorus]
Anxious in this participation
Bloodline expectation
[Chorus]
I can see it the way you fall, feel too real
I'm running out of ways to heal
I'm running out of ways to heal
[Post-Chorus]
(televised suicide)
I want to crawl away (televised suicide)
I want to runaway (televised suicide)
[Verse 2]
Blood here, blood tears with the amuse
Exploit and abuse, destroy for views
I bite my nails in the back of the room
I lose control of what I consume
I think we all just become immune
You know what I mean, I assume
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