Answer
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Hi
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there,
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Ren,
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it's
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been
|
a
|
little
|
while,
|
did
|
you
|
miss
|
me?
|
You
|
thought
|
you’d
|
buried
|
me,
|
didn't
|
you?
|
Risky
|
'Cause
|
I
|
always
|
come
|
back,
|
deep
|
down
|
you
|
know
|
that
|
Deep
|
down
|
you
|
know
|
I'm
|
always
|
in
|
periphery
|
Ren,
|
aren't
|
you
|
pleased
|
to
|
see
|
me?
|
It's
|
been
|
weeks
|
since
|
we
|
spoke,
|
bro,
|
I
|
know
|
you
|
need
|
me
|
You’re
|
the
|
sheep,
|
I'm
|
the
|
shepherd,
|
not
|
your
|
place
|
to
|
lead
|
me
|
Not
|
your
|
place
|
to
|
be
|
biting
|
off
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the
|
hand
|
that
|
feeds
|
me
|
Hi
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Ren,
|
I’ve
|
been
|
taking
|
some
|
time
|
to
|
be
|
distant,
|
I’ve
|
been
|
taking
|
some
|
time
|
to
|
be
|
still
|
I've
|
been
|
taking
|
some
|
time
|
to
|
be
|
by
|
myself
|
since
|
my
|
therapist
|
told
|
me
|
I'm
|
ill
|
And
|
I've
|
been
|
making
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some
|
progress
|
lately,
|
and
|
I've
|
learnt
|
some
|
new
|
coping
|
skills
|
So
|
I
|
haven't
|
really
|
needed
|
you
|
much,
|
man,
|
I
|
think
|
we
|
need
|
to
|
just
|
step
|
back
|
and
|
chill
|
Ren,
|
you
|
sound
|
more
|
insane
|
than
|
I
|
do
|
You
|
think
|
that
|
those
|
doctors
|
are
|
really
|
there
|
to
|
guide
|
you?
|
Been
|
through
|
this
|
a
|
million
|
times,
|
your
|
civilian
|
mind
|
is
|
so
|
at
|
always
|
being
|
lied
|
to
|
Okay,
|
take
|
another
|
pill,
|
boy,
|
drown
|
yourself
|
in
|
the
|
sound
|
of
|
white
|
noise
|
Follow
|
this
|
ten
|
step
|
program,
|
rejoice!
|
All
|
your
|
problems
|
will
|
be
|
gone!
|
Fucking
|
dumb
|
boy
|
Nah,
|
mate,
|
this
|
time
|
it's
|
different
|
man,
|
trust
|
me,
|
|
Answer
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I
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feel
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like
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things
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might
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be
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falling
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in
|
place
|
And
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my
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music's
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been
|
kinda
|
doing
|
bits
|
too,
|
like
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I
|
actually
|
might
|
do
|
something
|
great
|
And
|
when
|
I'm
|
gone,
|
maybe
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I'll
|
be
|
remembered,
|
for
|
doing
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something
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special
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with
|
myself
|
That's
|
why
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I
|
don't
|
think
|
that
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we
|
should
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talk,
|
man,
|
'cause
|
when
|
you're
|
with
|
me,
|
it
|
never
|
seems
|
to
|
help
|
You
|
think
|
that
|
you
|
can
|
amputate
|
me?
|
I
|
am
|
you,
|
you
|
are
|
me,
|
you
|
are
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I,
|
I
|
am
|
we
|
We
|
are
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one,
|
split
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in
|
two,
|
that
|
makes
|
one,
|
so
|
you
|
see:
|
You
|
got
|
to
|
kill
|
you
|
if
|
you
|
wanna
|
kill
|
me
|
I'm
|
not
|
leftover
|
dinner,
|
I’m
|
not
|
scraps
|
on
|
the
|
side
|
Oh,
|
your
|
music
|
is
|
thriving?
|
Delusional
|
guy!
|
Where's
|
your
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top
|
ten
|
hit?
|
Where's
|
your
|
interview
|
with
|
Oprah?
|
Where
|
are
|
your
|
Grammy's
|
Ren?
|
Nowhere!
|
Yeah,
|
but,
|
my
|
music's
|
not
|
commercial
|
like
|
that
|
I
|
never
|
chased
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numbers,
|
statistics
|
or
|
stats
|
I
|
never
|
write
|
hooks
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for
|
the
|
radio,
|
they
|
never
|
even
|
play
|
me,
|
so
|
why
|
would
|
I
|
concern
|
myself
|
with
|
that?
|
But
|
my
|
music
|
is
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really
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connecting
|
And
|
the
|
people
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who
|
find
|
it
|
respect
|
it
|
And
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for
|
me,
|
that's
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enough,
|
'cause
|
this
|
life's
|
been
|
tough
|
so
|
it
|
gives
|
me
|
a
|
purpose
|
I
|
can
|
rest
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in
|
Man,
|
you
|
sound
|
so
|
pretentious!
|
Ren,
|
your
|
music
|
is
|
so
|
self
|
centered
|
No
|
one
|
wants
|
to
|
hear
|
another
|
song
|
|
Answer
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about
|
how
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much
|
you
|
hate
|
yourself,
|
trust
|
me
|
You
|
should
|
be
|
so
|
lucky,
|
having
|
me
|
inside
|
you
|
to
|
guide
|
you
|
Remind
|
you
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To
|
manage
|
expectations,
|
provide
|
you
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Perspective,
|
that
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thing
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you
|
neglected,
|
I
|
get
|
it
|
You
|
wanna
|
be
|
a
|
big
|
deal,
|
next
|
Jimi
|
Hendrix?
|
Forget
|
it
|
Man,
|
it's
|
not
|
like
|
that
|
Man,
|
it's
|
just
|
like
|
that,
|
I'm
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inside
|
you,
|
you
|
twat!
|
No,
|
it's
|
not,
|
man
|
you're
|
wrong,
|
when
|
I
|
write
|
I
|
belong
|
Let
|
me
|
break
|
the
|
fourth
|
wall
|
by
|
acknowledging
|
this
|
song:
|
Ren
|
sits
|
down,
|
has
|
a
|
stroke
|
of
|
genius
|
He
|
wants
|
to
|
write
|
a
|
song
|
that
|
was
|
not
|
done
|
previous
|
A
|
battle
|
with
|
his
|
subconscious,
|
Eminem
|
did
|
it
|
Played
|
on
|
guitar?
|
Plan
|
B
|
did
|
it!
|
Man
|
you're
|
not
|
original,
|
you
|
criminal
|
rip
|
off
|
artist,
|
the
|
pinnacle
|
of
|
your
|
success
|
is
|
stealing
|
other
|
people's
|
material
|
Ren,
|
mate,
|
we've
|
heard
|
it
|
all
|
before
|
Oh,
|
"She
|
sells
|
seashells
|
on
|
the
|
sea
|
shore"
|
Fuck
|
you!
|
I
|
don't
|
need
|
you,
|
I
|
don't
|
need
|
to
|
hear
|
this
|
'Cause
|
I'm
|
fine
|
by
|
myself,
|
I'm
|
a
|
genius!
|
And
|
I
|
will
|
be
|
great,
|
and
|
I
|
will
|
make
|
waves
|
And
|
I'll
|
shake
|
up
|
the
|
whole
|
world
|
beneath
|
us
|
That's
|
right,
|
speak
|
your
|
truth!
|
Your
|
fucking
|
god
|
complex
|
leaks
|
out
|
of
|
you
|
It's
|
refreshing
|
to
|
actually
|
hear
|
you
|
say
|
it
|
instead
|
of
|
downplay
|
it
|
“Ugh,
|
music
|
is
|
all
|
about
|
the
|
|
Answer
|
creative
|
process
|
And
|
if
|
people
|
can
|
find
|
something
|
to
|
relate
|
to
|
within
|
that,
|
then
|
that's
|
just
|
a
|
bonus”
|
Fuck
|
you!
|
I'ma
|
fucking
|
kill
|
you,
|
Ren
|
Well,
|
fucking
|
kill
|
me,
|
then!
|
Let's
|
fucking
|
have
|
you,
|
Ren
|
I'mma
|
do
|
it,
|
watch
|
me
|
prove
|
it,
|
who
|
are
|
you
|
to
|
doubt
|
my
|
music?
|
‘Cause
|
I
|
call
|
the
|
shots,
|
I
|
choose
|
if
|
you
|
die
|
Yeah,
|
I
|
call
|
the
|
shots
|
and
|
so
|
I
|
choose
|
who
|
survives
|
I'll
|
tie
|
you
|
up
|
in
|
knots
|
when
|
I
|
lock
|
you
|
inside
|
News
|
flash
|
I
|
was
|
created
|
at
|
the
|
dawn
|
of
|
creation,
|
I
|
am
|
temptation
|
I
|
am
|
the
|
snake
|
in
|
Eden,
|
I
|
am
|
the
|
reason
|
for
|
treason
|
Beheading
|
all
|
kings,
|
I
|
am
|
sin,
|
with
|
no
|
rhyme
|
or
|
reason
|
Sun
|
of
|
the
|
morning,
|
Lucifer,
|
Antichrist
|
Father
|
of
|
lies,
|
Mestophales
|
Truth
|
in
|
a
|
blender,
|
deceitful
|
pretender
|
The
|
banished
|
avenger,
|
the
|
righteous
|
surrender
|
When
|
standing
|
in
|
front
|
of
|
my
|
solar
|
eclipse
|
My
|
name,
|
it
|
is
|
stitched
|
to
|
your
|
lips,
|
so
|
you
|
see
|
I
|
won't
|
bow
|
to
|
the
|
will
|
of
|
a
|
mortal,
|
feeble,
|
and
|
normal
|
You
|
wanna
|
kill
|
me?
|
I'm
|
eternal,
|
immortal
|
I
|
live
|
in
|
every
|
decision
|
that
|
catalysed
|
chaos,
|
that
|
causes
|
division
|
I
|
live
|
inside
|
death,
|
the
|
beginning
|
of
|
ends
|
I
|
am
|
you,
|
you
|
are
|
me,
|
I
|
am
|
you,
|
Ren!
|
Hi
|
Ren,
|
I’ve
|
been
|
taking
|
some
|
time
|
to
|
be
|
distant,
|
I’ve
|
been
|
taking
|
|
Answer
|
some
|
time
|
to
|
be
|
still
|
I’ve
|
been
|
taking
|
some
|
time
|
to
|
be
|
by
|
myself
|
and
|
I've
|
spent
|
half
|
my
|
life
|
ill
|
But
|
just
|
as
|
sure
|
as
|
the
|
tide
|
starts
|
turning,
|
just
|
as
|
sure
|
as
|
the
|
night
|
has
|
dawn
|
Just
|
as
|
sure
|
as
|
the
|
rainfall
|
soon
|
runs
|
dry
|
when
|
you
|
stand
|
in
|
an
|
eye
|
of
|
a
|
storm
|
I
|
was
|
made
|
to
|
be
|
tested
|
and
|
twisted,
|
I
|
was
|
made
|
to
|
be
|
broken
|
and
|
beat
|
I
|
was
|
made
|
by
|
His
|
hand,
|
it's
|
all
|
part
|
of
|
His
|
plan
|
that
|
I
|
stand
|
on
|
my
|
own
|
two
|
feet
|
And
|
you
|
know
|
me,
|
my
|
will
|
is
|
eternal,
|
and
|
you
|
know
|
me,
|
you've
|
met
|
me
|
before
|
Face
|
to
|
face
|
with
|
a
|
beast,
|
I
|
will
|
rise
|
from
|
the
|
east,
|
and
|
I'll
|
settle
|
on
|
the
|
ocean
|
floor
|
And
|
I
|
go
|
by
|
many
|
names
|
also,
|
some
|
people
|
know
|
me
|
as
|
hope
|
Some
|
people
|
know
|
me
|
as
|
the
|
voice
|
that
|
you
|
hear
|
when
|
you
|
loosen
|
the
|
noose
|
on
|
the
|
rope
|
And
|
you
|
know
|
how
|
I
|
know
|
that
|
I'll
|
prosper?
|
'Cause
|
I
|
stand
|
here
|
beside
|
you
|
today
|
I
|
have
|
stood
|
in
|
the
|
flames
|
that
|
cremated
|
my
|
brain
|
and
|
I
|
didn't
|
once
|
flinch
|
or
|
shake
|
So
|
cower
|
at
|
the
|
man
|
I've
|
become
|
when
|
I
|
sing
|
from
|
the
|
top
|
of
|
my
|
lungs
|
That
|
I
|
won't
|
retire,
|
I'll
|
stand
|
in
|
your
|
fire,
|
inspire
|
the
|
meek
|
|
Answer
|
to
|
be
|
strong
|
And
|
when
|
I
|
am
|
gone,
|
I
|
will
|
rise
|
in
|
the
|
music
|
that
|
I
|
left
|
behind
|
Ferocious,
|
persistent,
|
immortal
|
like
|
you,
|
we’re
|
a
|
coin
|
with
|
two
|
different
|
sides
|
When
|
I
|
was
|
seventeen
|
years
|
old,
|
I
|
shouted
|
out
|
into
|
an
|
empty
|
room,
|
into
|
a
|
blank
|
canvas
|
that
|
I
|
would
|
defeat
|
the
|
forces
|
of
|
evil
|
And
|
for
|
the
|
next
|
ten
|
years
|
of
|
my
|
life
|
I
|
suffered
|
the
|
consequences...
|
With
|
autoimmunity
|
illness,
|
and
|
psychosis
|
As
|
I
|
got
|
older,
|
I
|
realized
|
there
|
were
|
no
|
real
|
winners
|
and
|
there
|
were
|
no
|
real
|
losers
|
in
|
psychological
|
warfare
|
But
|
there
|
were
|
victims
|
and
|
there
|
were
|
students
|
It
|
wasn’t
|
David
|
versus
|
Goliath,
|
it
|
was
|
a
|
pendulum
|
Eternally
|
swaying
|
from
|
the
|
dark
|
to
|
the
|
light
|
And
|
the
|
more
|
intensely
|
that
|
the
|
light
|
shone,
|
the
|
darker
|
the
|
shadow
|
it
|
cast
|
It
|
was
|
never
|
really
|
a
|
battle
|
for
|
me
|
to
|
win,
|
it
|
was
|
an
|
eternal
|
dance
|
And
|
like
|
a
|
dance,
|
the
|
more
|
rigid
|
I
|
became,
|
the
|
harder
|
it
|
got
|
The
|
more
|
I
|
cursed
|
my
|
clumsy
|
footsteps,
|
the
|
more
|
I
|
struggled
|
So
|
I
|
got
|
older
|
And
|
I
|
learned
|
to
|
relax,
|
and
|
I
|
learned
|
to
|
suffer,
|
and
|
that
|
dance
|
got
|
easier
|
It
|
is
|
this
|
eternal
|
dance
|
that
|
separates
|
human
|
beings
|
from
|
angels,
|
from
|
demons,
|
from
|
gods
|
And
|
I
|
must
|
not
|
forget,
|
we
|
must
|
not
|
forget,
|
that
|
we
|
are
|
human
|
beings
|
|