| Rhythm Dies |
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| Friend swallow hard and breathe deep |
| Blur the lines where rhythm dies |
| You can tell the lies that |
| We’ve swallowed by the time it took to choke them down |
| The wrists have been slit and stiched |
| And our conscience have been left hallowed |
| We’ve been brought up to be brought down |
| And im not buying it |
| Blur the lines where rhytm dies |
