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SSS
02:50
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The facade you have fronted for so long,
So fragile and complacent.
Inbreeding false- individuality;
Pretending that they're suffering
You're so much worse, than all the people you complain about,
Exploiting their empathy.
Compassion serves for more than to fulfill your need for attention.
What the fuck
Instead of writing fake suicide notes,
go through with what you say.
Spare us from your misery.
Self-diagnosed with SSS
Just because you're unique,
that doesn't mean you're useful.
Drowning in a sea of problems,
doesn't matter what they tell you.
Special snowflake syndrome
looking down on me.
You're just so judgmental.
You should be wasting your life
On your own fucking time
If suffering is what you want to do so badly
Do it on your own
I'm done
I can't stand your fucking lies.
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2. |
Bitter Generation
02:41
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Bitter generation,
Filled to the brim with hatred,
And debt slavery.
Called by a different name,
Wearing another face.
Kids clawing at the walls,
Trying desperately to escape.
But this is your fault isn't it?
You created the world we live in today,
Medicating us for problems
You never had to face.
And creating our candidates,
The lesser of two evils is no way to choose.
No matter who we pick, everyone will lose.
We have every responsibility to take,
And none of the earnings to make.
You're only job was to
Leave something for your children,
Instead we find a way,
to survive on minimum wage.
We live in constant debt,
The environment is fucked.
If it's our job to fix this,
It's time for you to stop.
The whistles been blown
Your shift is over
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Hoax
01:22
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Everyone these days uses death for affection.
Treated like a joke,
Can't even stand on my own.
With the foot of life on my back.
Everyone talks about the noose but no one's swinging from it.
I always say I want my life to end, but I'm too weak. Far from it
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4. |
Loser
02:40
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The framework,
for my situation is weaker than,
my will to succeed.
I've tried so hard to stay on my feet,
Look where it has gotten me.
Jealous of my friends,
Praying for some relief,
But it never comes.
Blood on my hands,
knife to my wrist.
Worthless
Existence
All my accomplishments, only amount to shit
(Born into this life for one reason. Loser)
How could you think that you were something?
Look into my eyes.
Tell me I'm not a failure.
Avert your eyes.
You know it to be true.
Motherfucker
I've tried so hard to stay on my feet,
Look where it has gotten me.
Jealous of my friends,
Praying for some relief
But it never comes
But it never
Comes
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5. |
Born Again
02:27
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Righteous fury powers your crusade.
Persecuting everyone in your way.
God botherer.
You were never saved.
God botherer.
Never believed anyway.
I can see straight through your bullshit.
Is this what it means to be born again?
Sick of living in your own skin,
Busy finding ways to be absolved
Of your so-called sin.
You must be doing,
Something wrong,
Even I can see,
Holes in your philosophy
You can't just slap
The name of God
on everything you do,
And pretend that it's right.
You were never forgiven,
Instead of using him,
Religion manipulates you.
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Low Roads Tucson, Arizona
Old Pueblo Heavy Hardcore
Chris Lochte - Vocals
Daniel Garcia - Guitar
Jake Hollander - Bass
Conor Sullivan - Drums
Ringo Waterman - Guitar
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