Counterattacks Songtext

Ahhhhhhhhhh

The child will grow up,
To commit unspeakable acts,
Like pushing random strangers,
Into the subway tracks,

I love you is just a statement,
That self retracts,
Life is just a series,
Of counterattacks,

I wish you,
Could see me here,
If my aim is true,
The end is near,

Oh the end is near,
And it's alright,
My feet are on the ground,
The end is here,
My hair is white,
And it feels like a let down,

Ahhhhhhhhhhh
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