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Times to Die

All of my friends are getting married

All of my friends are right with god

All of my friends are making money

But art gets what it wants and art gets what it deserves(I lost a fight with Trypho

Blamed it on my alogia)We've all had better times to dieGet a job! Job

Lying in bed while all his friends chant youmustadonesomethingwrong

Worming my way into your heart

Worming my way onto the charts

I want a deal

Let's make a deal

Let's cut a covenantAnd when they took him to the temple

Oh then they fed him to the devils

And when they took him to their temple

Oh then they fed him to their devils

And when they took him to the temple

Oh when they took him to the devils

And when they took him to the temple

Oh then they listened to his demos

most of the time I'm just getting older

but I'll get to heaven standing on your shoulders

so many people you know that could make you

they say kid you're good but do you have what it takes to be

invited into the divine council

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