Rapid Decompression - Intellectual

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How much is too much?

I'm tired of predicting to lose

But before you point your finger

Before you cast your stones, take a look at yourself

How can you expect from someone what you won't do yourself?

There's no bottom to your reality

Your desperation is utter and complete

What you can't love about yourself

You have to steal from someone else and what you can't steal

What you can't steal, you have to deny

Rapid decompression, rapid decompression

Sometimes it feels

Sometimes it feels like your whole world's coming to an end

Coming to an end