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I believe there's something more to me Another layer that my bloodshot eyes can't see And if I'm being honest-my faith is mainly trickery I just need to keep repeating this So the gallon stays within my wrist I believe there's something more in me Another dimension that my tired mind can't read And if I'm being honest-my fate is all too plain to see I just need to keep repeating this So the gallon stays within my wrist I need to keep repeating this So the gallon stays within my wrist This awful feeling never ever goes away As long as I'm breathing evil has a place to stay Cyclical queasy, nothing is easy I hear myself convince myself to try-yet still, I kind wanna die I believe there's nothing more for me Another way that my hope can't pay the fee And if I'm being honest-my faith is shameful trickery From Letras Mania