I'm sick of the tension, sick of the hunger Sick of you acting like I owe you this Find another place, to feed your greed - While I find a place to rest I want to be in another place I hate when you say you don't understand (You'll see it's not meant to be) I want to be in the energy, not with the enemy A place for my head
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