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Head In A Vice
02:11
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Stuck for nothing, my head in a vice. I see nothing but shit and pain in my life.
My heart is pure, but it's broken down. I hate everything and everyone thats around.
This world is scum, everyone's fucked. there's no hope for tomorrow.
Once a good kid, now i feel the hatred consuming my mind.
Filled with hate, the only thing that's left is my soul
You cant have it, its mine to hold. (Mine to hold)
Stuck for nothing, my head in a vice. I see nothing but shit and pain in my life.
My heart is pure, but it's broken down. I hate everything and everyone thats around.
Pure hate is all I feel. Negative and violent is who i am.
No hope, no hope. No hope for tomorrow. There is no hope for you, we're all worthless.
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Giving Up
01:57
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Why are you trying to end this conversation when it's not even close to being dropped.
Is it because you have done so much wrong that you don't want to speak of it.
Or is it that shit is going so smooth that you want nothing to ruin it.
One thing i know for sure is that life keeps going, nothing slows it down
You can do what you please to sugar coat it, but life keeps it's promise and fucks you over.
Just run away from it. Just run away. (Just run away) But trust me, it will just catch back up with you in the end. Just run away (Just run away) Just run away from it.
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Backstabber
01:43
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She was just a young girl when the world fucked her over. Society's so crooked, even her own family betrayed her.
When you least expect it, you'll get fucked over Don't turn your back. Always look forward and stay on gaurd.
I can see that you just want out, but your time will come soon enough. They called you a monster because of the things that were done to you. Eventually you'll find yourself, just keep looking deep within your soul.
You're looking for peace in all the wrong places. You have to find peace on the inside.
Don't let anyone tell you your identity. Find yourself on your own.
Don't let anyone tell you your identity. Find yourself on your own and fuck those who tell you differently. Who tell you differently.
FUCK THEM.
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I Died In '99
01:30
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I'm tired of being who you want me to be. It's hard enough just living with my mistakes.
Just stick around to watch who i'll become, something better than you ever thought.
You think that i'm going to fall, think again i'm running my own life. Your the piece of shit thats going nowhere too afraid of it all.
I died a long time ago before the world lost sanity. (Sanity)
If you try to keep people in check they'll just think that your judging them.
(Just stand your ground)
I'm tired of watching people kill themselves.
There are better things than living with insanity.
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Wrong Wayz
02:25
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Was it a train wreck, or was it just me startling the ride.
I'm going to continue, I feel as though there's nothing wrong with wanting.
Is there no sin in being needy. so i ask am I just thinking of myself.
Time will definitely show and tell how it will be I ride, I ride on. Seeing and knowing are two different things, see what has happened.
I have done it, Look and look again there's no crook. This done and i ain't never looking back.
People will change but i'll stay the same. A reject to the world but a solid person in the end.
So go fuck yourself.
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