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Old Habits
01:47
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I see you watching as we slave away. Sizing up the fight in your next victim. Your vicious scare tactics don't fool me, we get up early to beat the siren just to pay for our own graves. This isn't fair (this isn't fair). Weak knees, dirt under nails all to satiate your greed for money (for money). You may be power hungry but it's something you can't feed. I don't give a fuck about the dollars on your shelf when we starve. This place is just pulling me down. No time to live, no space to grow. (I know) times are tough when I'm counting down the minutes 'til I'm out of your sight. I'm sick of the constant judgement in your eyes in every corner watching our moves, ready to spread lies like a fucking disease where the only redemption comes on our knees. I know you won't get it but I won't regret that I tried. All I want is change but old habits die hard. I try my best but it's never good enough. All I want is change but old habits die hard.
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Procrastination
02:00
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I don't know why I make choices like this. I'm feeling like I'm always falling behind. People all around me are taking the lead. My place in this world is so hard to find. Procrastination gets the better of me. It pulls me down in the climb to the top. Even though I'm still sleeping at base camp, that feeling fucking drowns me. And all I know is that these problems are my own and I'm the only one with the power to change them. Anxiety still holds me under that lock and key. Still keeping me captive, chains are bound around my bruised feet. Oh you see it's like an oncoming storm, pulling down on my hopes and dreams. Fear of hailstones, makes moving forward so distant. No hope. I always hated the thought of growing up, I wanted life to stay in its own place and never take one fucking step unless it took me back to the start. Back to where it all began. Back to a clean canvas. All the way back to a place where I could pick up the pieces and start all over again.
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Life Lessons
01:05
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I learnt a life lesson today, 10 years too late. That I've been holding on to bitterness, holding on to hate and it's time to change. This is all for you, for the shit I've put you through, can we turn the page and start anew (start anew)? Like a ricochet inside my brain, I've kept going on back to the same old shit still trying to fill a father shaped hole in my heart with anything that will fit.
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Vultures
02:13
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I have waited, time and again to come to these gates and show myself for who I am. To be seen and not heard, judged, critiqued, disgust, defamed. Disabused of the notion that times have changed, vultures tying this gag in place. Vultures don't know me, they just know my face. Vultures tearing out the flesh they say is wrong (so wrong), self-abuse and fucking spiteful second class citizen, victim of assumption. Say it to my face but you haven't got the gumption, I'll still be here waiting. Breaking down walls just to strengthen foundations, preaching tolerance and serving damnation. Tell your kids that I'm a fucking aberration. Why all the prejudice? When the walls closed in and squeezed my skull I saw you on the lever just nodding along as if my cries were confirmation I was lacking in faith, well I've got faith that if i see you bitch I'll spit in your face. You've had the wool pulled over your eyes, give it time to understand the fucking truth they've disguised. And this Molotov may burn our bridges down, to shatter the glass walls surrounding you. We swore ourselves (brothers) until the end, but I've carried my cross and taken my nails, and my mind wearies of this fucking trend (to blend in) to blend in and acquiesce instead of being free to be what I want.
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Atlantis
01:47
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And we can sail away but my heart will stay locked and weighted far from shore so take me to a place where I can find my own way to Atlantis, and to myself whom I have lost. We crawl over each other in a race to sever ties once and forever, and with our disregard for love our cities burn to the ground, once wise and so profound.
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Voiceless
02:09
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Fuck what you say and what you said. It's a small town vibe and shit gets spread (big mouth, no brains). All talk and no fucking shame. You couldn't be farther from father truths. No chance of reason, no chance of truce. There's not a single thing that justifies the way you've handled this. You left me (voiceless), gave me no (choices). You took my power dangling me above my own head. Now I am (filled with) all sorts of (regret). Haunted by possibilities of what this could have been. Of what this could have been. And still I need more time. All I wanted was a chance to say what's on my mind. A constant pestilence, a plague upon the life I lead. Still searching, searching for sanity and I will walk this earth a shell of what I used to be. You fucking broke me and I can't pull myself together.
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