| I’m laced with outrage and what the new self entails. |
| In a world corrupt were
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| forced footing on corroded nails. |
| The big pictures painted in life of what
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| mankind has been reflecting as the true artists compose a vision we’ve long
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| been neglecting
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| You are a waste of nights past lining the streets as a piece of discarded trash
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| It’s desolate and isolated. |
| The world we’ve built our lives on. |
| It’s hollow and
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| we’re in graves engrained in separation
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| Douse me in whiskey and gasoline. |
| Excuse me sir could you please hold my drink
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| step back light a match and watch the whole damn thing burn. |
| Watch the white
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| sheep burn. |
| You’re all nameless and faceless
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| You are a waste of nights past lining the streets as a piece of discarded trash
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| You’re all about products and sales. |
| Conformed beliefs to the church of retail.
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| In constant search of your next purchase. |
| Is it worth my time, your place of
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| worship?
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| It’s desolate and isolated. |
| The world we’ve built our lives on. |
| It’s hollow and
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| we’re in graves engrained in separation
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| Clever lies pass through dying eyes. |
| You stay dormant as your life flies by.
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| Never knowing what means to really be alive
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| I’ll stay uncomfortably awake to watch the whole world fall apart.
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| Truthfully it seems to me that we’re all fucked from the start
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| I’ll stay uncomfortably awake to watch the whole world fall apart.
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| Truthfully it seems to me that we’re all fucked
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| It’s desolate and isolated. |
| The world we’ve built our lives on. |
| It’s hollow and
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| we’re in graves engrained in separation
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| Clever lies pass through dying eyes. |
| I can’t stay dormant as my life flies by.
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| I need to know what it means to be alive. |
| What it means to be alive |