1. |
So See
03:33
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They say that heroes never die
What the fuck is that suppose to mean if all I can see on my cracked phone screen
is all the people who are better than me
well maybe
heroes are only found in dreams
I'm one step closer to the top
But Im two steps further from you
But what am I supposed to do
If every step that I take is another bad decision I make but I would never go back
And I wish that I could see through this fog around my head
Starting to think I’d be better off dead
So I could be free
I wish that I could climb this mountain of mine
But I can't even see the peak
And each and every gruesome step I take leaves my legs weak
As I climb my spine dissolves with each and every step
As I lend you my last breath so you will make it up with me
But I lose hope as I see you leave
And I wish that I could see through this fog around my head
Starting to think I’d be better off dead
So I could be free
They say that heroes never die
What the fuck is that suppose to mean if all I can see on my cracked phone screen
is all the people who are better than me maybe heroes are only found in dreams
One step closer to the top
But Im two steps further from you
But what am I supposed to do
If every step that I take is another bad decision I make but I would never go back
And I wish that I could see through this fog around my head
Starting to think I’d be better off dead
So I could be free
So See
Just when I thought I saw the peak the fog surrounds my eyes
And tears drop from the sky
scream from wind tears me of my unreasonable sins
Just when I thought I saw the tip the grasp of my foot slips
As I tumble and fall down the mountain ever so tall for me to even try
And I wish that I could see through this fog around my head
Starting to think I’d be better off dead
So I could be free
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2. |
Blank Lies/SH
02:36
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What happened I cant see
Cause now i've woke up and it aint a dream
Fake breaths fake words what does it mean
I've heard those words a thousand times
A thousands dimes
Dropped in that slot
Just to hear the same old song
another day same old shit
No change no candles lit
It's been so long that they’ve all been burnt out
many times starred into eyes
mouths sewed shut in a group of mimes
Its so ugly that i'd rather be blind
Well nothing has a meaning
Isn't that easy to say
Wasted minds wasting time
Every fucking day
There's nothing to do
But now my mouth tastes like glue
From all these fucking letters that I've sent to you
with nothing in return
As I watch all my hopes burn
But who the fuck says I need those
Stuck in this hole
Just let things take their toll
But how's that gonna get me a ladder
On my knees I'd rather die
I'll never fill this void inside
With all these fucked lies that you've spread around
Well nothing has a meaning
Isn't that easy to say
Wasted minds wasting time
Every fucking day
Well if nothing has a meaning
Then why should I give a shit
About your rumors and lies
And all your fucking fits
Well I think i've had enough
of not being able to see
Questions feel like handcuffs
Like what do you want to be
I've yet to find answers
So I'll put things aside
But guilts killing me like cancer
And regret’s like cyanide
Insecurities that we create
Make barriers in our head
Repetition from each day
Keeps our problems fed
With your jealousy and hate
Talk shit bout what I do
personalities that you fake
Ill just say fuck you
But I wish I had a say
With everythings way
But i know I don't deserve it
But neither do you
So we just let things go through
But I still don’t know what the fuck to do
Well nothing has a meaning
Isn't that easy to say
Wasted minds wasting time
Every fucking day
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3. |
Kickback
02:27
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What the fuck is wrong with you
you have nothing else to do
As you waste your nights drinking beer
Until your words come out unclear
Ill never fucking be like you
Fuck your friends and your crew
Seems to me your more like jocks
Cause I've seen through your mohawks
Go to shows just to drink
So you'll never again have to think
As I look you in your fucking eyes
I see dead thoughts and fucking lies
The rape culture you wont admit
Do you really fucking give a shit
Your parties are your only way out
You spread your message but you still shout
Kickback lets do some speed
And smoke some weed
Lets get fucked up
Cause realities is so tough
Kickback let's hit the street
Kickback I feel the heat
Kickback Lets go hookup
Cause Lately I've felt so stuck
What the fuck is wrong with you
You have nothing else to do
As you trash our streets
And trash the beach
You braindead fucking mindless sheep
Fuck shit up and trash our halls
Won’t be there when the curtain calls
Yell and yell it’s in my eyes
Till you run off and party with your disguise
Need an influence to take a stance
Seems so easy at first glance
With the band wagons that you ride
And the decisions that you can’t decide
It’s about the message not to fuck shit up
Walk away once you’ve had enough
And all the lyrics that you shout
But you have no clue what you’re singing about so
Kickback lets do some speed
And smoke some weed
Lets get fucked up
Cause realities is so tough
Kickback let's hit the street
Kickback I feel the heat
Kickback Lets go hookup
Cause Lately I've felt so stuck
Kickback lets do some speed
And smoke some weed
Lets get fucked up
Cause realities is so tough
Kickback let's hit the street
Kickback I feel the heat
Kickback Lets go hookup
Cause Lately I've felt so stuck
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