3.3.I dare you to speak nowYour blood has turned redAnd your damned soulTo reason you took onThe anxiety needleYour blood has turned redAnd I can't help but thinkThat I'm going to die like thisFor a traditionYou'll never feel againI'm so good in this lifeI'm so good at getting what I wantBut I've been gone for a whileFor a while, a whileFor a while, a whileFor a while, a whileFor a whileYou'll never feel againI'm so good in this lifeI'm so good at getting what I wantBut I've been gone for a whileYou'll never feel againI'm so good in this lifeI'm so good at getting what I wantBut I've been gone for a whileFor a while, a whileFor a while, a whileFor a while, a whilefor a whileFor a while