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Ask me where I'm going nigga I don't fuckin know
Don't give a f*ck if it matters
Walking on glass till it shatters
Blood splatters
Another day another massacre
So stop asking questions
You won't get an answer, No
I been like woah
And I been alone
Head full of smoke
Ask me where I'm going nigga I don't fuckin know
Here today, gone tomorrow
Another pill I gotta swallow
Tell em money is the motto
As the demons follow
Into the basement where I first learned hatred
I was wasted and faded now I'm nameless and faceless
Every night a mini death seemed so painless
Then I fell asleep and had a dream that I was famous

Do my money dance in the moonlight
Do my money dance on the moon
Even if the world ends
Even if the world ends
Even if the world ends I'll still have racks to spend
And I won't have to pretend to give a shit ever again
Blood money sacrament
Turn this soul to gold
Take me to the stars where my heart can be bought and sold
And when it's all said and dead
And the oceans turn red
I'll be stacking this bread
With a Uzi to my head
Late night drive on the verge of suicide
I speed up and let go of the wheel just so I can feel alive

Paradigms distort with every fatal report
Another sexy sacrifice another last resort to come up short
Ok that might not make sense
So I guess its best not to stress
It's probably to compress
Than to recognize the mess
And after the bodies all pile
Meanwhile, we'll be none the wiser
Just entertained by fear mongers and liars
Jumpin into dumpster fires
Still so ever drawn to the thought of being gone
Put my spirit in these fuckin songs so I can right my wrongs
The universe say f*ck how you feel and face your fears
And that is when I realized that none of this is real

Do my money dance in the moonlight
Do my money dance on the moon
Even if the world ends
Even if the world ends
Even if the world ends I'll still have racks to spend
And I won't have to pretend to give a shit ever again
Blood money sacrament
Turn this soul to gold
Take me to the stars where my heart can be bought and sold
And when it's all said and dead
And the oceans turn red
I'll be stacking this bread
With a Uzi to my head
Late night drive on the verge of suicide
I speed up and let go of the wheel just so I can feel alive

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