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Living in a coffin state of mind and having no time for oneselfOften would lead to suicide by design, it ruins everything it canA-P-O-P-K-A is a town not far away from my city's linesOur racist mayor is voted there back to serve in every term, it ain't no lieAnd I don't know why I bother trying to carry onIt's like there is someone out there trying to prove me wrongLocal rag "The Chief" proclaims "A sex offender's found," It's front page newsBefore the trail, evidence, testimony are in place, it's front page newsOne kid kills himself, it's over shame, the Christian press goes off againPrinting a Jesus parable on page 18 recounting lost souls of the damnedAnd I don't know why I bother trying to carry onIt's like there is someone out there trying to prove me wrongAnd I don't know why I bother trying to carry onIt's like there is someone out there trying to prove me wrongWhy I bother trying to carry onIt's like there is someone out there trying to prove me wrongAnd I don't know why I bother trying to carry onIt's like there is someone out there trying to prove me wrongIt's like the whole town lives in a coffin state of mindIt's like the whole town lives in a coffin From Letras Mania