Texty: Stockyard Stoics. Catastrophe. You're Gonna Die.

Another casualty, another sealed fate
Tried so hard just to clear the slate
But all it takes is one mistake
Stuck and strung out dying on your own

No one you hang around will ever help
Because they're all junked out themselves
No one can save you except yourself

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You're gonna die
Spun, spent, expired before your time

Flat on the floor, blue, hardly breathing
Water pouring down through the ceiling
Your boyfriend is high, he don't know what to do
Ain't got the nerve to see it through

No one you hang around will ever help
Because they're all junked out themselves
No one can save you except yourself

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You're gonna die
No reason why

You're gonna on a Tuesday night nothing much going
J train rolling past the whites of your eyes showing
Passed out blast off bloody walls closing in
The sky goes gray and turns away and there's peace under your skin
911 two cop cars come real slow on up the stairs
Blue in face and lost in space and they don't hardly care
Calling your case in they scuff a shoe and scrape a knee
And twenty cars come screaming up
It's a real emergency

No one you hang around will ever help
Don't feel sorry for yourself
Because you made your life a living hell

I won't tell you how to fucking live
I think you're fucked but it's all I can give
I know it ain't much but I'm not a fucking crutch
Ain't nothing more I can say

Just another day
Another cliche lie
Another reason for getting high

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You're gonna die
Now you're dead!