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12. BROKEN HABIT

You gotta love this one. If you don't, something's wrong with you, man! Celebrate my life, don't mourn my death, because I honestly don't regret anything that I've done in it. Notice a little name-dropping in the first few lines...(A collabo, maybe?) Anyway, this track is an intro for the final song and has an merry flow with a guitar breakdown.
 
 
12: BROKEN HABIT
 
Verse 1:
 
My suicide note
 
Should induce a few laughs
 
I'm chemically romanced
 
To leave in a bag
 
So abandon all thoughts
 
Of my strength being true
 
I'm parodied by life
 
And the curves that it threw
 
If you look at my life
 
And tear up from the scenes
 
Then you've missed all the points
 
That I've tried to teach
 
My broken track record
 
Requires a flip
 
My heart was the B-Side
 
To the words from my lips
 
Process my procession
 
Let it rest in your mind
 
I haunt your regrets
 
But I'll leave them in time
 
How they eulogized me
 
When I finally kicked
 
All the while scrutinized me
 
When I was in skin
 
Your attendance is mockery
 
Your tears undesired
 
(Screams) But nobody misses you
 
Till you've expired!
 
 
(Guitar solo)
 
 
Verse 2:
 
Can you vision me frozen
 
My bones in a mash
 
The autopsy knife
 
Yeah, I took it with swag
 
So they cut my heart open
 
And kiss me goodnight
 
But don't call me "Sweet prince",
 
I'm a peasant tonight
 
A glimpse of reality
 
This tragedy permits
 
I tore up the contract
 
And spit out "I quit"
 
I'm nt all the hardship
 
You'd like me to be
 
We all cover our sins
 
And rock them to sleep
 
I welcome contrition
 
My decision was mine
 
My will and my testament--
 
"No one shall cry"
 
My trek was my own
 
And my path was my choice
 
(Screams) I lived by my pen
 
And died by my voice!
 
 
Chorus:
 
They say
 
"No!
 
T.J., don't go!"
 
They say
 
"Oh!
 
We didn't know!"
 
She says
 
"No!
 
Baby, don't go!"
 
I say
 
"Woe
 
Ain't part of this show..."
 
(Spoken) So join the front row...
 
 
2007 by Sock-rat

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