1. |
Blistered
02:36
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Get it
Abused your power
Well, you're nobody now
A fucking coward
Snuff the empire out
The fall from the top
Is Devastation
No doubt in my mind
Blistered by hatred
Surprise, surprise
Another social suicide
Secret disguise
A two faced coward,
a veil of lies
A weakened mind
Cant run and hide
While takin pride
In ruining lives
Don't even try to deny
Your times run out,
(You'll pay the price);
A billion deaths
For every ruined life
This ain't a joke;
may death creep slow
(And I hope you choke)
on that bullshit
apology you wrote
Turning over a new leaf?
We're no longer blind
Rather see you buried
So, Cut the cancer and you'll thrive
No more excuses
You're dead to us now
The fucking truth is
Your mask has fallen down
No pride you've never earned
No growth, you'll never learn
No sitting on the fence
No fucking second chance
Yeah
Surprise, surprise
Another social suicide
Secret disguise
A two faced coward,
a veil of lies
A weakened mind
Cant run and hide
While takin pride
In ruining lives
Yeah yeah
You'll know regret
You'll feel the creeping hands of death
The stab of guilt
We don't believe the tears you shed
You'll feel the fear
you put inside their fragile heads
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2. |
Split Lip
02:03
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heavy eyes
but I still can't sleep
The thoughts of pleasing you
Are fucking killing me
So safe
And So secure
Always acting the fool
The authority on being pure
The world owes you nothing
You want more than you give,
You're all so disgusting
Too busy to even live
Who gives a shit
Nobody's innocent
No ones better or worse
You're all idiots
Head filled with ignorance
I want no part in this
Leave their teeth in the gravel,
I'm fucking over it
Kept an ear to the ground
And my eyes peeled
You Keep on fighting for crowns
I Won't follow you blindly
Can't be bothered to see
Wont be spending my life
On my fucking knees
World view askew
cynical attitude
Cast aside and used,
broken // bruised
World view askew
cynical attitude
This evil looms
Over you
Who gives a shit
Nobody's innocent
No ones better or worse
Youre ALL idiots
Head filled with ignorance
I want no part in this
Leave their teeth in the gravel,
I'm fucking over it
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3. |
Fed Up
01:45
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Between buried in debt
And strangled by regret
I'm Grateful for borrowed time
Despite unhappiness
Crippling routine
Tearing At the seams
Just Spread too thin
trying to make believe
That im anything
but constant failure
But only in my wildest dreams
Pushed onward by greed
By incessant unnecessary needs
Insatiable hunger,
unquenchable anger
It's really not that deep
There's more to life
Than pushing 9-5
You can't live on your feet
While you beg on your knees
All those minimal gains
On that minimum wage
So stay faithful to flaws
Steady thinkin you're a fucking god
Empty headed, a perpetual climb
Another shot at the bottom
While their pockets are lined
I want to die lonely
I want to die alone
We all die filthy
In search of home
This routines old
When you're bought and you're sold
The lowest bidder / cleanest shirt
Got you happy eating dirt
Keep sifting through trash,
On a futile hunt for gold
That thirst for cash
Has got you in a fucking chokehold
You're already dead
Dig your own grave
You just don't know it yet
Dig your own grave
'Cause you're already dead
Dig your own grave
You just don't know it yet
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4. |
Livid
01:54
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I Can't believe
We still have this conversation
Bury no hatchet
I'm losing all patience
(Son of a bitch)
There's no difference in our blood
Left em for dead
Facedown in the mud
Privileged and ignorant
Prejudiced and full of shit
(Weve been Bled dry),
Left low
(Hung high)
No home
(Im caged),
Swallowed by rage
My body aches
And fills with hate
Its always been a struggle
Theres No difference in blood
Our flesh is the same
Ice water in our veins
Every step towards freedom
(So close), false hope
Only rot, Only shame
My mother came to this country with the promise of betterment.
Met with resentment,
violence and hatred,
Throwing stones, she was all alone
This was no home
And nothing's changed
You motherfuckers are all the same
(This is maddening
Took another to the chin)
Swing back
Until the hammer sticks
God damn the white man
God damn
Who's left to rob
When the narratives gone
God damn
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