Lyrics Punchline - Classic Jack
I
can't
take
it
anymore
That's
it,
i've
had
it
Guess
i'll
take
my
life
for
granted
Get
me
off
this
fucking
planet
I'm
so
alone,
i
can't
stand
it
So
numb,
god
dammit
I'm
gonna
make
this
fucking
graphic
Clean
my
blood
off
of
the
granite
Chalk
me
up
as
psychopathic
The
worst
part
in
life
isn't
suffering
Death
it's
living
with
all
of
the
sins
you
commit
The
worst
part
in
life
isn't
suffering
death
But
losing
the
organ
the
beats
in
your
chest
I
hate
that
i
have
to
call
this
mad
world
mine
I'm
sick
of
faking
a
smile
all
of
the
time
I
am
cold
to
the
core
with
no
blood
inside
My
life
feels
like
a
joke,
death
is
the
punchline
Death
is
the
punchline
All
of
these
people
around
feeling
blessed
Tricked
by
the
cross
wrapped
around
their
necks
All
of
these
people
around
feeling
blessed
While
i
walk
around
with
a
knife
in
my
chest
Over
and
over
the
same
fucking
mess
Religion,
politicians
make
everyone
stressed
Over
and
over
the
same
fucking
mess
Enough
to
make
me
put
a
gun
to
my
head
I
hate
that
i
have
to
call
this
mad
world
mine
I'm
sick
of
faking
a
smile
all
of
the
time
I
am
cold
to
the
core
with
no
blood
inside
My
life
feels
like
a
joke,
death
is
the
punchline
Nothing
can
save
me
Nothing
can
save
me
Nothing
can
save
me
Nothing
can
save
me
No
Christ
above
me,
no
Devil
down
below
There
is
only
one
true
god
I
promise
you
will
all,
come
to
know
Death
Death
(I
hate
that
i
have
to
call
this
mad
world
mine)
I
am
cold
to
the
core
with
no
blood
inside
My
life
feels
like
a
joke,
Death
is
the
punchline
Nothing
can
save
me
The
worst
part
in
life
isn't
suffering
death
Nothing
can
save
me
But
living
without
the
organ
beating
in
your
chest
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