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Power Trip

from Better off Dead by Crows

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New world order, paranoia, fear of mutually assured mac donalds,
and I can't fight this itch that someone is following me, someone's compiling a list,
Of all my secret things and fucking bad habits.
And I'm losing sight, this fucking onslaught of shitty tv and microwaved thought,
has me choking to death, I can't breathe through it,
And trapped in this head I'm fucking losing it.
Cut me down, lay me out, six feet underground. Better off dead.

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from Better off Dead, released December 6, 2014

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