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placing last in
the rat race
facing past with a chest brace
when there's nothing left to live for
hunting bears and a cheap whore
working hard just to stay put
dealt a card caked thick with soot
placing last in the rat race
raise the mast but don't lose face
it's the gift that keeps on giving
it's the curse that keeps you living
it's the God that walks behind you
it's right here man
it's the light that won't shut off
it's a dry persistant cough
it's the faith that chokes and blinds you
it's right here man
run away and don't make it
have a say then just fake it
fuck around for no reason
swim and drown in your treason
one more time and i might snap
nameless crime sits in your lap
run away and don't make it
turn and pray just to talk shit