Lyrics
(October)
(So
filled
with
malice)
(Hands
tied
looking
back)
(Yeah
trying
to
balance)
(Everything
in
mind)
(Lacking
but
I
gotta
be
a
man)
(Always
end
up
fucking
up)
(I
ain't
like
them)
(Ay
yeah)
So
filled
with
malice
Hands
tied
looking
back
Yeah
trying
to
balance
Everything
in
mind
Lacking
but
I
gotta
be
a
man
Always
end
up
fucking
up
I
ain't
like
them
No
I
don't
wanna
pour
up
a
cup
So
they'll
Forget
my
face
my
name
I'll
fucking
phase
away
I'm
down
in
Otherworld
Waiting
on
a
rainy
day
(ay)
I
wanna
feel
okay
I
feel
my
skin
decay
But
my
soul
is
lost
Holes
in
the
breast
Burned
iron
denies
fate
Move
slow
when
I
step
ten
I
cannot
break
Cause
when
I
bust
em
and
left
em
to
die
graceful
I
realised
that
not
burning
em
slow
was
a
mistake
So
I
don't
got
many
friends
in
this
world
Always
got
my
head
in
a
whirlwind
2 eyes
over
shoulder
and
if
I'mma
die
great
I
must
continue
marching
this
sword
And
this
bloody
campaign
I'll
forward
it
After
all
the
throne
has
been
lined
with
my
name
So
I'll
take
it
Endless
loop
In
a
marsh
of
my
own
angst
It'll
drown
me
soon
And
I'll
be
-
So
filled
with
malice
Hands
tied
looking
back
Yeah
trying
to
balance
Everything
in
mind
Lacking
but
I
gotta
be
a
man
Always
end
up
fucking
up
I
ain't
like
them
No
I
don't
wanna
pour
up
a
cup
So
they'll
Forget
my
face
my
name
I'll
fucking
phase
away
I'm
down
in
Otherworld
Waiting
on
a
rainy
day
(ay)
I
wanna
feel
okay
I
feel
my
skin
decay
But
my
soul
is
lost
Too
many
eyes
on
me
daily
And
that's
just
while
i'm
an
alien
To
the
world
that
I'm
paying
To
fuck
me
over
again
Working
hard
but
a
wage
Ain't
what
I
want
not
afraid
I
gotta
get
out
of
this
place
I'm
lacerated
(Yeah)
Drugs
come
with
the
fame
Don't
fucking
want
any
of
that
Stressing
enough
in
my
wake
I
gotta
fucking
relax
Time
will
stand
still
If
I
lay
here
and
slack
Hate
won't
prevail
Trying
to
make
it
back
(In
a
marsh
of
my
own
angst)
(It'll
drown
me
soon)
(And
I'll
be
-)
So
filled
with
malice
Hands
tied
looking
back
Yeah
trying
to
balance
Everything
in
mind
Lacking
but
I
gotta
be
a
man
Always
end
up
fucking
up
I
ain't
like
them
No
I
don't
wanna
pour
up
a
cup
So
they'll
Forget
my
face
my
name
I'll
fucking
phase
away
I'm
down
in
Otherworld
Waiting
on
a
rainy
day
(ay)
I
wanna
feel
okay
I
feel
my
skin
decay
But
my
soul
is
lost
(You
made
me
happy)
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