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Respect
00:39
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I will never ask forgiveness from a person with no respect but a higher authority
It's time to endeavour to a civil point of view that highlights the potential of the so-called trouble makers
The youth of these days are constantly criticised for their free minds and carefree attitudes
Respect is a two way street and you should not expect the people that you treat like shit to not fight you back
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Willbreaker
03:38
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I know, I know you'll never see how I see
You know, you know I'll never believe what you believe
Somehow you think if you persist you'll change me
I'll make my own mind up about this world
Stay away and let me find my way
Don't try and make my mind up
The things that you say and the price that you pay
The price of giving up
Stay away and let me find my way
Don't try and make my mind up
The things that you say and the price that you pay
Will never be enough
I will never be what you need
You people never learn
It's all just pointless greed
Watch as your bridges burn
As we fight to claim back
What's been taken from us
We'll stand here, defiant
You never earned our trust
What you have chosen to believe
Is not the way that I see
You're treading water on your search for truth
Living a lie, you will never be free
Mindset so cold, I will not concede
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Condemned
01:39
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So leave me here to rust away
Forget all the lies I tell
As night requires day
Know I put you through hell
Is this what I'm condemned to?
To live a life without a heart
Forever searching for something
Forever falling apart
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4. |
Buried Above Ground
02:24
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Buried above ground
Blinded by all that is
I cannot justify the way we live
Like fucking slaves
Subscribe to dominance
Positivity struggles to breathe
We remain buried above ground
Blinded, misguided
We remain buried above ground
Without the hope for change
Remove the veil from in front of your eyes
To see them suffering
To know you are alive
Are you? Are you alive?
Buried above ground
Blinded by all that is
I cannot justify the way we live
Like fucking slaves
Confined to dominance
Positivity struggles to breathe
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5. |
Unclear
02:27
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(You left me)
Hanging on by the skin of my teeth
(I was left)
Down and out, nothing to hold on to
(You left me)
Hanging on for my dear life
(I was left)
Hanging on to the edge of this knife
There’s nothing for me here
Nothing but the cold and my own fear
My death wish outspoken
My purpose so broken
Bright lights shine over me
Lighting my scars passion so bleak
Fallen out again, I’m screaming
Black heart and clenched fist dreaming
My passion, my fear
My future, unclear
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6. |
The Friend I Had
02:42
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You used to love the people who love you
You abandoned all love for your new found views
The friends who cared are the friends you should cherish
But instead your affairs have left them to perish
You speak about drugs as if they hold they key
They are the thugs who kill clarity
I cannot convince you to think against your will
'Cause then you would have the same opinion still
Your mind is fried but that's your concern
In a few years time think of those you have burned
You chose a path
It's been walked before
The farce you hated is the farce you adore
A riddle repeated time and time again
Your life, depleted
Alone with no friends
In search of your spirit
It does not exist
You're way past the limit but you still persist
To walk alone, solidarity out of sight
You can't postpone these years of your life
Your mind is fried but that's your concern
In a few years time think of those you have burned
There is more to life than self indulgence
You've lost the fight against your drug fuelled submergence
You're dead to me, mentally
And I'll try to forget
Those years you were free
But I will not let
You linger in my mind
For I live for the future
I can't waste my time
(On a burnt fucking picture)
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