is our shitty song How could it ever be enough? Here we are in our final accord A mortician and his tools Sonically bury you You could have chose another chord to resolve
have is our shitty song How could it ever be enough? Here we are in our final accord A mortician and his tools Sonically bury you You could have chose another chord to resolve
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Get a file, find a need Wash your hair, brush your teeth Develop habits - Automatic Compromise, build a bridge Sacrifice, sacrilege Sell yourself -
The days are full of storybook romance, the myriad of thoughtful acts A million ways I'm into you, I'm never getting over you I'm sorry for exposing
What if I had nothing left? What if I had no one left? Why would I: Who would I survive? Dead man, he leaves his home Hopeless, he holds his goals
yesterdays are numbered in many ways we could see the fall coming but lull prolonged, some will never belong so children age into prisons they establish
I've already come to terms With bridges I have burned We all make mistakes Keep preparing for the worst So it won't seem adverse Just like we rehearsed
Controlled, consumed Thoughts unattached Each one a failed synapses detached from fact One positive, one negative Desperate, holding on to healthy
I have is our shitty song How could it ever be enough? Here we are in our final accord A mortician and his tools Sonically bury you You could have chose another chord to resolve
Proceeds, who's in? Who wants a piece of him? So many articles to choose from Comrade, artiste A taste for evidence Hold on to articles of faith
Used to recognize the gun in your hand Promise, squandered Used to understand the stake in your heart Mileage, road worth But it's hard to recognize
As you sat on the bed Moments from your end Inconceivable dread Inches from your head I can't bear to imagine you In that horror scene One too
How does it start? When does it end? Blood and love graces everyone You only want to touch it once He didn't give it up She wasn't long enough
One more time we become Masquerade under sun Passionless vacation You?re not telling anyone The sun falls in the hole It?s chemistry, chemical Follow
In a chalk dotted line Draw a kid, left behind Severed limbs in harmony Strumming from a few good deeds Carry it to survive To a bed half alive
We colonize a better place Unable to transform our fate We follow whatever path grows Directions no one knows Given the choice for normalcy, you seem
