1. |
Wasted Life
01:40
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ucking Christ
All my life
Second coming
But I’m next to nothing
Hurt myself
All alone left to die
Getting cold
frozen to a fucking lie
Don't bring me back
Crack my chest
Bag my head
Pull me down
Why’d you take me
Fucking Christ
All my life
Second coming
But I’m next to nothing
Hurt myself
All alone left to die
Getting cold
Frozen to a stale life
Crack my chest
Bag my head
Pull me down
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Pissed on
By a weaker fucking being
Never have I felt so freed
Canny what is said in front of me
What a saint
What a fucking bane
All alone in a dirty cage
Eyes blurred and my hands are tied
Eyes wide and frayed
Eyes blurred and my hands are tied
Always hated
Wasted science
Always fading
Wasted life
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3. |
Daunt
00:56
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Fragile
High strung and fragile
Dejected disassembled parts
Wounded
Chronically wounded
Disconnected
Set apart as a dissident
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White room with a white bed
Black shoes bleeding wrists of red
You did this to me
It's getting worse
I'm always fading
It's only getting worse
Now my hands are blistered and clutching
Tapeworms writhing in a pipe burning
Restrict with writ affixed; do you so loathe me
Do you so loathe me
Restrict with writ affixed; do you so loathe me
Do you so loathe me
I'm sick and I am still watching you both
Off-white sick and spitting alone
I'm sick and I am still watching you both
Off-white sick and spitting alone
A bed of flesh the betrayed one and only
Embalmed to death and forever yours truly
Restrict with writ affixed; do you so loathe me
Do you so loathe me
Restrict with writ affixed; do you so loathe me
Do you so loathe me
Restrict with writ affixed
I am off I am sick
Third degree
Molten chemistry
I am off
You won't talk to me
Third degree
Molten chemistry
I am off
You won't talk to me
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5. |
Deems
02:57
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Fuckin Christ
All my life
No ones coming
Cause I’m next to nothing
Cut myself
All alone left to die
Getting old
Frozen to a fucking lie
Don't bring me back
Don’t bring me back
Don’t bring me back (don’t bring me back)
Don’t bring me back (don’t bring me back)
Don’t you runaway from me
I am the one who fucking leaves
Don’t you runaway from me
I am the one who fucking leaves
Fucking christ
All my life
No ones coming
Cause I’m next to nothing
Cut myself
All alone left to die
Getting old
Frozen to a fucking lie
Don't bring me back
Don’t bring me back
Don't bring me back
Don’t bring me back
Don’t bring me back
I won’t be the same
I won’t be the same
I won’t be the same
I won’t be the same
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7. |
Don't Bring Me Back
01:57
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Hated
I’m always fading
Never sorry
Unforgiven
Always hated
I’m always fading
Never sorry
Unforgiven
God told me to inhale
And that nothing would compare
Not forgiven I’m not sorry
You never even counted
Wasted matter course pattern of
Bipedal non-performance
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8. |
Why Am I In a Hospital
01:52
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Wasted
Cracked up
Teeth in
My heel
Wasted
Comatose
Science
Wasted life
Inherent
Intrigant
Racketeer
Wasting away
Rotted
Forced out
Teeth in
My heel
Wasted
Comatose
Science
Wasted life
Pissed on
Downgraded
Pissed on
Uninstalled
Pissed on
Deconstruct chaos
Held on to a lie
I’m sorry Mr. Salesman
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9. |
I Leave
02:30
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Follow in the wake of pity I leave
Chase the scent suffer to see
Clench my jaw up cracking my teeth
Chase the scent try to leave
No how can this be
I’m trapped betrayed by thee
My captor
My trainer
My master
Indeed how can this be
Wallow in the voices flooding my sleep
Questioning why suffer to see
A quaking gait emotionally
Questioning why try to leave
Questioning why
No how can this be
I’m trapped betrayed by thee
My captor
My trainer
My master
Indeed how can this be
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10. |
Burnout
02:11
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I’ll admit it
I can’t quit it
And so remember I’m fading
In wasted science.
I don’t have the passion
And so remember
That it’s better to burnout
Than to fade away
She said I wanna see you die
That’s fine
White knight black tie
She said I wanna see you die
Fine
White knight black tie
I’ll admit it
I can’t quit it
Apathetic and pathetic
Hot knife cold bloom
Faint lips turned blue
I don’t have the passion
And so remember
That it’s better to burnout
Than to fade away
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11. |
I'm Sorry Mr. Salesman
02:15
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I’m sorry Mr. Salesman
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MouthBreather Boston, Massachusetts
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+Gadget Metal+
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