There's a system to the system - I don't fit in the system.
Go yeah go but don't expect me to miss you - trying to find a hole
In the bottom of the soul-less, thinking about the world from the
Edge, you can't control this.
Now what the fuck are you some kind of half-assed astronaut?
Just a moment please I must insist that you stop
Writer(s): Michael Cummings, Dorian Heartsong, Alan Pahanish, Jr., Adam Williams, Mike Tempesta
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