When the chance of feeling good,
Outweighs the scared of feeling bad
You know you’re in a dark place
Don’t let the water reach your head
And it’s only a matter of time
Oh, it’s only a matter of time
And that hanging man,
He’s got his shackles on ya,
And you know he’s the counting the days
You’re just counting the ways you could escape
But you’re just too tired to run
Oh you’re just too tired to run,
So lay and rot,
I hope you’ve picked your plot
Cause your time is coming, son
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