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[Verse 2: Tablo]
I'm worried about myself too
Standing in front of the mirror every morning
This hard-working mask that hides a poker face
After 17 years of living on this floor, I realized that my original face is more unfamiliar
Everyone is scared, I'm emotionless
You are the perpetrator who made me like this
Leeches who sucked my sweet water and threw me away
The guys with straws in all of my fountains saying I have no blood or tears
Damn right, all wrapped up in apathy
It's a cold world, I'm the only one stripped off
Now I can be anything I wanna be
What doesn't kill me can only make me bleed
Breathing in the mirror
I realized something when I saw my hazy face
Maybe God and the Devil
These two aren't enemies, but the dual personality of one being
[Outro: B.I]
Done