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Lucky Strike
02:46
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Pass a stick, I'll spark up a light.
Anaemic youth, too numb to fight.
Television put me at ease.
We're all gonna die of the same disease.
Drag me down and tear out my soul.
Drill your deserts and I.V. me oil.
Send your youth to die in the sands.
I'll kill myself slowly with the strike in my hand.
Filled with deceit yet feeling so empty.
They'll call us crazy, a beautiful tragedy.
Fitfully sleeping beneath poisoned skies.
We're all just waiting for our lives to go by.
Drag me down and tear out my soul.
Drill your deserts and I.V. me oil.
Send your youth to die in the sands.
I'll kill myself slowly with the strike in my hand.
Born In chains so set me aflame.
Drain my blood and watch the pain.
I'd rather die and feel alive
than sit here waiting for my life to go by.
Pass a stick, I'll spark up a light.
Too numb to feel, too tired to fight.
Nothing resides behind these glazed eyes.
We're all just waiting for our lives to go by.
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2. |
Heartless
03:24
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End the pain behind my eyes
With razor blades.
Harm the one who I despise.
Drain the veins.
All these restless nights.
Kept up by screaming.
All these restless nights,
But still I'm dreaming.
I can almost feel the soil cast onto my chest.
Tear the heart out of this chest?
So heartless.
What are we? there's nothing left.
Just heartless.
All these restless nights.
Kept up by screaming.
All these restless nights,
No point in dreaming.
I can almost feel the soil cast onto my chest.
And, God it feels so good,
like closure.
our future's in the graves we dug for ourselves.
nailed in and lowered into darkness.
the emptiness inside became our hell.
No God shaped hole in the heartless.
I can't breathe, the panic's strangling me, I feel it gnawing, biting, scratching as it squeezes my throat.
from dust we came.
to dust we'll return.
from ash we came.
our future's in the graves we dug for ourselves.
nailed in and lowered into darkness.
the emptiness inside became our hell.
No God shaped hole in the heartless.
Oh God, forgive me but it feels so good to hurt the one who I hate.
Oh God, forgive me.
What are we, there's nothing left.
just heartless.
What are we, There's nothing left.
just heartless.
Heartless.
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3. |
An Ending
03:54
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And this is not your fight,
I know you try so hard,
But all this desperation,
just serves to tear us apart.
The anguish, the panic and feelings of loss,
the pain behind our eyes.
The hopelessness that grips us,
Dragged onwards by the tides.
The emptiness that takes over when you fight
for some control.
And in our darkest moments,
in the throes of fractured pasts.
Praying for apathetic answers
when this breath could be your last.
The black of the Abyss defines you whole.
These city streets seem dead to me,
we're too far gone,
These city lights just blind our eyes.
We die alone.
And this is a futile fight.
And yet we still fight on.
But all this desperation.
When we'll still die alone.
Yet when it holds us tightest,
And hopes a distant flame.
It's then we scream the loudest
because God, it eases the pain.
The black may have my mind but it will never take my soul.
I'll tear out my lungs,
and cast them across
this empty canvas of hot white fear.
The bloodstained violent birth of a brand new frontier.
These city streets seem dead to me,
we're too far gone,
These city lights just blind our eyes.
We die alone.
These city streets are dead to me,
But we must go on.
These city lights still blind our eyes.
But we'll make this home.
And though our time here's short,
Even when we feel so weak.
We'll leave a mark
That's more than 3ft wide and 6ft deep.
We are a long time dead,
And we will carve our own path.
We are a long time dead,
It's time to make your mark.
These city streets are dead to me,
we will go on.
These city lights still blind our eyes.
We'll make this home.
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