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from 6666 by FOUR FISTS

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[CHORUS]
Oh!
No matter where you run
It’s gonna follow you
Give up the ghost
Give up the ghost

Oh!
Ain’t no one to hear you
Who you calling to?
Give up the ghost
Give up the ghost

Ain't nobody tryna save you
Ain't nobody tryna do that work if you ain’t tryna do that
This is not hyperbole
This is facts
This is know your value, recognize your gift
And I can't show you how to do that
I can show you how to make a couple dollars
I can't show you how to feel about a damn thing
Nah, I could prolly think of something
Hold up let me think of something
Drop all the work dedicate a couple days to ya cause

Lost hope
Not false
But misplaced
That out of step with the world’s
A common refrain
To every stretched out T-shirt teen
Who thinks the world is mean
And every girl who finds her chest obscene
Cuz her friends have dads

And men are fuckin trash
Growing up with gropers
And a host of hang-ups to get over
Take em over
Dash
How you feel
Take it over
What you do
Take it over
To get over
Over and over again

[CHORUS]

Anger's my meat, I feed upon myself
And so shall starve with each eating
And pass along in poorer health
Danger is the minds of men
Who see no lines dividing hell
It’s here, it’s clear there is nowhere
To hide from what's inside of us
Stop fighting it!

It's all in vein, like arteries
Sin's a thing that’s following like shadows, assholes, and the ball and chain
You got it man?
From the garden Eve
All the way
To the modern day
We dream of speed out running what is haunting our good name
And we believe that that is something that we can attain
Like sound and light is all to life that sets the clocks of things
And the speed of these is all we need to finally out pace
The evil deeds that we have screed in the book of you and me

It's fucking stupid
I was so foolish
To think I was safe
The gods ain't ruthless
They are mute and they just lay in wait
For us to fuck it up all on our own
Ain't that great?
Everyday
No escape
Might as well just face it babe
[CHORUS]

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from 6666, released October 12, 2018
Lyrics and vocals by P.O.S and Astronautalis
Produced by Amati
Additional synths, edits, and arrangement by Subp Yao

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