.There's almost nothing left
You eat my kind for breakfast
What did I expect
To come here and find anyone?
Find open arms to feed me
I sicken myself so much
And you eat my kind for breakfast
You eat my kind
Chorus:
Whatever I fear the most is whatever I see before me
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