The story it grows older, the story is no story here
  I never knew what it is, and there's no sign of it ending
  As I am it and ought to be, they're telling me I am
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  Bowling race car driver, superficial hitman you're
  On the list at every door, you don't bowl or race fast cars
  Composition competition you drive
    Just because I don't go, to the church where you reside
  I might as well go for it, the nineties won't be back again
  Until i'm forty-eight years old
  I can be the hungry, as i eat my words again, appealing yet apalling
  rising to my falling, I'm going to extreme ends, I'm gagging on their scene
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  You shift, I'm the driver, over time in it's defense, I move their car
  And for a moment it makes sense, but I fail them in the end
    In the arms of old age, knowing only one to lose
  Feeling nothing more to hide, consider life a forgery
  As you're gagging on your scene, admit to fraudulence
  Driven to this thought, death is certain, faith is not
    [repeat chorus]
  Composition competition you drive competition
  Competition i'm losing i fail it in the end