Go Hang Music - Levasole

I'd trade a fucking Xanax for my soul
If I hadn't sold it already
I'm made of black charcoal with just a hint of gold
I've been burning alone for way too long
So my last night on Earth I'm gonna go to the club
And fuck some stupid hooker from behind
Tomorrow I'm gonna go to my ground zero
And take a piss on your capitalist lives oh yeah
I gotta hold on to my empathy
This wretched empty empathy
I gotta hold on to my empathy
This wretched empty empathy
I gotta hold on to my empathy
This wretched empty empathy
I gotta hold on to my empathy
This wretched empty empathy
This psychopathic synergy
That glitters like our lord Jesus Christ
This psychopathic synergy
That glitters like our lord Jesus Christ
This psychopathic synergy
That glitters like our lord Jesus Christ
This psychopathic synergy
That glitters like our lord Jesus Christ
I don't think you'd believe
Well isn't it a pity
I don't believe it myself sometimes
But goddamn I have to do this
I don't think you'd believe
Well isn't it a pity
I don't believe it myself sometimes
But goddamn I have to do this
I don't think you'd believe
Well isn't it a pity
I don't believe it myself sometimes
But goddamn I have to do this
I don't think you'd believe
Well isn't it a pity
I don't believe in myself sometimes
But goddamn I have to do this
I don't think you'd believe
Well isn't it a pity
I don't believe it myself sometimes
But goddamn I have to do this
I don't think you'd believe
Well isn't it a pity
I don't believe in myself sometimes
But goddamn I have to do this

Written by:
Carter Schultz

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