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no rOpe can hold me up                                 |
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I wanted to leave. To take the easy way out.           |
Take the first exit out the highway.                   |
Go my own way. Something with an artistic touch        |
almost like performance art. Make myself taboo         |
and make that taboo feel wasteful. Be more             |
in the "was" than I was ever in the "is".              |
Live forever through a great death. Make my end        |
my greatest work.                                      |
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I chose hanging 'cause it suits a criminal.            |
Turned my bedroom into my own private gallows.         |
But I forgot just one small thing:                     |
fat fucks don't get to be art & -----------------------|