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So this is the end;
cowered indoors just trying not to misunderstand
Why people are dying all across the world and we’re just supposed to watch and
wash our hands.
I guess this was the plan.
Every four years is just a time bomb ticking down,
So come over let's crack some Coronas and fight this out.
Yeah, cause I’m sick and i’m tired of waiting around
For something to take me out. It was always out of our control.
And i’ll sit inside all day and wait for someone to say that it’s okay
It’s time to come out now. I was just playing; it was all a joke.
I let my walls down lately
You let me down completely
I was fine knowing I'm dying in the way I'm trying to go eventually.
I let my walls down lately
You let me down completely
And in the morning we’ll be lucky if there’s TP on the roll cause there ain't none at the store.
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Bricks
02:33
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White were the walls that encased my body
White were the hands that locked me inside
White was the color of... Every other stripe
of the flag, that watched over our dreams
If labels are limits, then those sirens are blarin'
behind us as we fly on by...
screamin': "Get back here, you dirty sons a bitches!
can't ya read that fuckin' sign??"
White were the sheets upon which I've slumbered
White were the lights, that awoke me
White was the noise, that echoed down the hallway
as it silently, rattled through my brain...
If labels are limits then we're crashin' right through the...
Glass Ceiling overhead
and the janitors keep their brooms and dustpans in the closet...
smile wide-eyed towards the sky
Smile wide-eyed toward the sky
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I don't think there are any, can you check? I forgot...
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Running (Crust-Folk)
03:24
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I said you can’t keep running away
You’ll play the victim to yourself one day
Because the sickness in your eyes seemed so much
Different in disguise you’ll have to listen to what you say
I think the pressure’s on the wrong side now
We’ll have to even out the plains some how
And when you walked away your choice was made
A brutal death and all i’m left with,
Pain. Confusion. Permanent Delusions.
Picking up the mess you went and left for me.
Institution an illogical solution.
Wouldn’t be the first time i’ve been framed.
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5. |
I Got No
01:18
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When you're Dying - giving up hope
Living for smoking dope
Singing that same old song
Yeah yeah yeah it's always the same
I got no
I got no
I got no nothing in mind
I got no
I got no
I got no nothing in mind
I was trying a new adventure
Buyin' that old peer pressure
Wasting my mind away
But I saved it just in time
No reason I was going mad
I was hating my mom and dad
Riding a sinking ship
Thank God I never did slip.
I got no
I got no
I got no nothing in mind
I got no
I got no
I got no nothing in mind
When you're dying (dyin) giving up hope
Living (livin) for smoking dope
Singing (singin) that same old song
Yeah yeah yeah it's always the same
When you're dying (dyin) giving up hope
Living (livin) for smoking dope
Singing (singin) that same old song
Yeah yeah yeah it's always the same
I got no
I got no
I got no
Nothing in mind
I got no (dope)
I got no (dope)
I got no
Nothing in mind
....Allright
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