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As the old cliché goes, that worn out saying "That which doesn't kill you… " Most surely cripple, maim What goes through the mind of such lively numb? You better hold on tight son; the worst is yet to come Pray for Jesus to love you thou your soul he sold Call suicide hot line and get the "please hold…" But do not discriminate, hate all equally, alone Smile is only skin deep, loathing goes right to the bone It's an eye for an eye Maybe life is not for everyone… Maybe life is not for everyone… As they watch you crumble, come undone They won't mourn, they won't my son Just lower you down and forget If it was thought that counts you'd be down to your last straw Dream to pass the time until the reaper's at your door Because it's an eye for an eye Maybe life is not for everyone… Maybe life is not for everyone… As they watch you crumble, come undone They won't mourn, they won't my son Just lower you down From Letras Mania