Rager Songtext / Lyric

Proceeds, who's in?

Who wants a piece of him?

So many articles to choose from

Comrade, artiste

A taste for evidence

Hold on to articles of faith

Once worth nothing that something touches who you want to be

Baggage embodies no one (He is gone)

Intrinsic to only one (He is gone)

Belongings don't define us

Keepsake, fingerprint, scrapbook, record of death



Funeral, event, everyone's gonna be there

They have to see you pay respects

Breathe in, breathe out, random, random, random

Who are these fucking idiots?

Come on I'm writing you

I know this role is tearing you apart

Large numbers can't console you (He is gone)

Don't let the guilt control you (He is gone)

The anger has consumed you

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