She's a person not a number
Deep deep down in her slumber
We're the hunted not the hunter
Kill the pain punkis cunter
You're scared to death of them
And their needles
Bad medicine
Kills people
Its no wonder why
My slain angel
Considers herself
Nonessential
Some days insignificant
Often nonexistent
I hide her life
Asleep yet still alive
She's a person not a number
Deep deep down in her slumber
We're the hunted not the hunter
Kill the pain punkis cunter
And I don't know
If we're going to make it
In time
Dying slow
Not sure if she can shake it
Resign
Until your angst faces
More teary eyes
Go on wasted
By shouts and cries
Within the background music
Heard from any work of art
Herein lies the rhythm
Of an empathetic heart
Hoping
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She's a person not a number
Deep deep down in her slumber
We're the hunted not the hunter
Kill the pain punkis cunter
You're scared to death of them
And their needles
Bad medicine
Kills people
Its no wonder why
My slain angel
Considers herself
Nonessential
Some days insignificant
Often nonexistent
I hide her life
Asleep yet still alive
She's a person not a number
Deep deep down in her slumber
We're the hunted not the hunter
Kill the pain punkis cunter
And I don't know
If we're going to make it
In time
Dying slow
Not sure if she can shake it
Resign
Until your angst faces
More teary eyes
Go on wasted
By shouts and cries
Within the background music
Heard from any work of art
Herein lies the rhythm
Of an empathetic heart
Hoping
Deep deep down in her slumber
We're the hunted not the hunter
Kill the pain punkis cunter
You're scared to death of them
And their needles
Bad medicine
Kills people
Its no wonder why
My slain angel
Considers herself
Nonessential
Some days insignificant
Often nonexistent
I hide her life
Asleep yet still alive
She's a person not a number
Deep deep down in her slumber
We're the hunted not the hunter
Kill the pain punkis cunter
And I don't know
If we're going to make it
In time
Dying slow
Not sure if she can shake it
Resign
Until your angst faces
More teary eyes
Go on wasted
By shouts and cries
Within the background music
Heard from any work of art
Herein lies the rhythm
Of an empathetic heart
Hoping
Writer: Michael Schwobe
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