1. |
All The Same
01:17
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We know your kind, you’re all the same
Not one truth by your fucking name
They say all wounds heal with time
But the scars you wear show me a sign
You’re just another fucking coward along for the ride
Keep talking your shit, you’ve got no place to hide
Losing your cool
Lie through your teeth
As if your words
Mean a thing to me
Nothing to show
Stuck in your ways
We’ll see who’s laughing
When your worlds ablaze
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2. |
Readings From...
00:46
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You think that you know
Turns out you don’t know shit
And the lies that you spew?
A life for those who fucking quit
Counting down the pages
So one day that you feel
But the answers won’t come
And the wounds won’t heal
Keep trying to
Be “better than thee”
And maybe one day
You’ll finally see
“Holier than thou”
Is greater than none
How long can you hide?
How far can you run?
You think that you know
Turns out you don’t know shit
Well maybe you’re the
Perfect fit (get fucked)
Everybody knows you’re
Nothing more than a snake
And everything I fucking hate
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3. |
Figure It Out
01:44
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I don’t wanna talk, don’t wanna feel
Don’t wanna know that what I keep inside of me is real
Push it down so far, can’t tell me anything
You’ll never know the way that my reality is grim
Fuck the caring words, don’t mean a thing to me
Can’t even be the person that I want myself to be
Stupid fucking bullshit every single fucking day
I’ll figure it out on my own, don’t give a fuck what you have to say
So where do I go?
Kept in the dark too long
How long can I put off righting my wrongs?
I know I can’t get by placing the blame
On everyone else just to hide from my shame
But I don’t wanna talk, don’t wanna feel
Just keep telling myself that it’s not a big deal
Choosing not to face myself, I’ll keep getting by
Just keep saying who, what, when, but never fucking why
Getting sick and tired of the same old fucking story
But what else is there left to say when life’s so fucking boring?
Stupid fucking bullshit every single fucking day
I’ll figure it out on my own, but what if there’s a different fucking way?
So where do I go
Kept in the dark too long
How long can I put off righting my wrongs?
I know I can’t get by placing the blame
On everyone else just to hide from my shame
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4. |
Alone
01:27
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Play your fucking games
Find out on your own
Burn yourself alive
Empty and alone
You’re all alone
What did you expect?
Lowest of the low
Everybody knows
You’re a fucking joke
We already know you’re just a joke
Can’t seem to get you out of my face
No fucking room for you inside this place
We’ve all got a fucking bone to pick
A waste of breath, you fucking make us sick
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5. |
GFY
01:27
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What is there left to say?
You took all I had and fucking threw it away
Only ever thinking of your fucking self
Couldn’t handle the cards you were fucking dealt
Don’t you look me in my eyes and tell me that you cared
I see the tail between your legs, nothing short of scared
When you’re left with nothing but the problems that you caused
No one will be there for you when all hope is lost
What I would do to see you fucking drop
You talk in circles like the hands on the clock
That tells me your time is fucking running low
Don’t make us tell you one more time that you have got to go
Don’t you look me in my eyes and tell me that you cared
I see the tail between your legs, nothing short of scared
When you’re left with nothing but the problems that you caused
No one will be there for you when all hope is fucking lost
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6. |
Friend To None
01:07
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Won’t you
Get a
Fucking
Clue
Watching your life fucking burn
Now it’s none of my concern
Now it’s
All so
Fucking
Clear
Selfishness is all you've ever know
And you’ve never looked so fucking low
I’ve seen it before and now your time has come
You’ll remain a coward, forever a friend to none
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7. |
Nothing Left
01:26
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Shackled by the mistakes I’ve made
Burned by the price I’ve paid
Time to face what’s coming to me
Results of the man I’ve come to be
Tear
Out
My mind
Nothing
Left
Inside
All that’s left is a hollow shell
Where every day is a living hell
Failure created at my own accord
In a reality I couldn’t afford
Shackled by the mistakes I’ve made
Burned by the price I’ve paid
Time to face what’s coming to me
Results of the man I’ve come to be
Tear
Out
My mind
Nothing
Left
Inside
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8. |
Rapid Fire
01:34
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You’ll never know what it means to be
The kids that won’t stop for fucking anything
What, you think you got us all figured out?
How about you get lost and go fuck yourself?
Stopping at nothing to get what we want
We’ll be here even when you’re gone
Got something to say about the things we do?
Get lost you fucking asshole, fuck you
You’ll never know what it means to be
The kids that won’t stop for fucking anything
What, you think you got us all figured out?
How about you get lost and go fuck yourself?
Stopping at nothing to get what we want
We’ll be here even when you’re gone
Got something to say about the things we do?
Get lost you fucking asshole, fuck you
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