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Runaway
02:09
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You said to me that the past was dead, but it’s all come back to haunt my head. Capture, devour and gain all of the power. I’m hunting down dead men in the heat of the hour.
And we’ll sing along to the sections that we never wrote. I built my house on sand now watch it sink to the core. Rain in the ocean like change for the poor, but don’t say I can walk when there’s nothing at all.
I wish I didn’t know the tune.
I wish I hadn’t learned the words.
But all this wishful thinking has left me with this sink-in feeling.
And all of this drinking will leave me drowning, so I guess I’ll keep digging till I’m convinced that I’m barely breathing.
We learn to feel the sting, We’re taught to taste the burn.
I’m lying flat down on my fascist face.
We’re not complete, sold our soul’s to the beat.
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Fucked
02:27
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My pattern's all fucked up.
I'm missing out but I can't complain, I'm sick.
Aching for no reason, except from thoughtless rhymes.
Not sure if this even counts, so let's give it a try.
I saw you standing inside my head.
I saw your drawings of hollow deaths.
Too bad we're not all as thick as thieves.
Too bad we're not all as false as you.
You said girl, that I'm a dreamer.
Well, you're a back stabbing, two timing schemer.
My pattern is all fucked up.
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Hollow
03:43
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His wrists represent time, two arms out of sync swaying like rhymes. Too late for a second thought, steps taken backwards to prevent the fall.
These hollow times in carved out walls, attract the living through dead end halls.
We’ll sing along in uni-sin, bestow our lives in crossed out bins.
For we are the lost and can not be found.
In times of need we will, we’ll hunt and prowl.
Prey on the living, prey on the youth.
We’ll pray to God and kingdom cum.
For we are the key to happiness, the messenger of eternal piss.
We’ll walk the walk.
We’ll talk the talk.
Attract the living through dead end halls.
Come closer now, you’re almost there, this sacred house drenched in dispare.
Just hang them by thier school boy ties, we’ve gladly all turn a blind eye.
This crossed out town is burning down. Burn it down, straight to the ground..
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