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Truth (Live Version)
02:46
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What the fuck happened
What happened to the old you
I painted a fake picture
Of all the things I thought you'd do
I never fucking lied
You just never believed me
You kept eyes your closed
Cause you were too afraid to see
You have eyes you have ears but where's your heart
Cause you were nowhere to be found when I was crumbling, falling apart
You have left and now you're gone so I'm alone to take the blame
Truth and lies to you are all the fucking same
What the fuck happened
Who would've thought
Cause now all the memories that we've had
Have been murdered and shot
I'm sorry if it hurts
But you left me with no choice
I called you my friend
now you have to hear my voice
You have eyes you have ears but where's your heart
Cause you were nowhere to be found when I was crumbling, falling apart
You have left and now you're gone so I'm alone to take the blame
Truth and lies to you are all the fucking same
I
Never
Fucking
Lied
Was anything real
Or was it all just fake
Now all the memories that we've had
All feel to be mistakes
It hurt me so bad I wish I was blind
Cause I had to see what you had inside
And you ran so far away
But the truth itself will never fucking hide
You have eyes you have ears but where's your heart
Cause you were nowhere to be found when I was crumbling, falling apart
You have left and now you're gone so I'm alone to take the blame
Truth and lies to you are all the fucking same
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What happened i cant see
Cause now I've woke up and it isn't 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
It's another day but the same old shit ‘
No change no candles lit
It's been so long that they’ve all burnt out
many times I've stared into eyes
mouths sewed shut in a group of mimes
Its so ugly 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 the letters that I sent to you
But nothing in return
As I watch 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 id 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 have 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 everything's 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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Don't even try and use your tricks on me
I will see
through all your fucking bullshit
Don't even think to try and call
at your darkest points and fall
You don't fucking deserve me
I can't stand all these fake friends
I’ll pick you up when you’re under attack
Now when will you have my back
I can't stand all these fake friends
All the shit I would do for you
But would you ever think to do it too
Look back on memories as you chose your sides
we will divide
I won't take no traitor as a friend
And when you see we down the street
Keep your head down to your feet
You best not look me in my eyes
I can't stand all these fake friends
I’ll pick you up when you’re under attack
Now when will you have my back
I can't stand all these fake friends
All the shit I would do for you
But would you ever do it too\
I can't stand all these fake friends
I’ll pick you up when you’re under attack
Now when will you have my back
I can't stand all these fake friends
All the shit I would do for you
But would you ever do it too
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4. |
So See (Live Version)
02:33
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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
Vultures surround the left for dead
But that won't be me
They say that heroes never die
What the fuck is that suppose to mean if all I can see is my cracked phone screen
And 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
Vultures surround the left for dead
But that won't be me
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
I'm starting to think I’d be better off dead
So I could be free
So see
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The Witless San Francisco, California
SF Hardcore Punk
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