Peeling through the layers, where the fuck have the years gone? '87 to right now, I lost myself inside the fog. Afraid we'll have to amputate all your
's understood. I'm not jealous Of your commercialized Suicide. Overwhelm us With hate for how you treat The incomplete. Rebellion. Redemption. Money speaks to me redundantly, Says, "Life
sure It's up to us for what happens before One day not too far from now This is gonna have to end I will not just sit around And ask where my life went
During the lowest points of our lives We think of how things would be different If we tried But right now I just need to see my friends Honestly, i'm
Shivering with you, we shoot our breath into the cold We see the shine from a town that sucked the life straight from the desperate souls And out in
Friday night, this is the party night! Such the perfect night, to stay separated from our minds Ten yards away is the drunken clamor, of pacified suburbanites
The more I'm absent, my youth it heals I never wanted to be locked in a cage Made to be a puppet with ever growing rage Life reduced down to the simplest
: Stumblin' around and I'll be fucked That the sun had the guts to rise on us today. How many hands would it take To count the nights I've lied awake
: The voice of reason keeps distance from me Sedated, impatient, can't fight the craving Demand a free life, figure out what this means Stressed out,
: During the lowest points of our lives We think of how things would be different If we tried But right now I just need to see my friends Honestly,
words Maybe there's nothing left to say Remember that this world still spins Regardless of your decisons So make them count Don't lie to yourself This life
t shake the doubt Still dwell on the shit that drips out your mouth. So let it be known, Let the fucking truth be told. You'll do your best to establish a life
: Glazed their eyes on the avenue weighed down by the knots that life tangled them in chances full of locks cold people clutch their bibles praying
re living now it wont be long 'till you'll be here hey death, i don't know much and this may sound trite but what the fuck is wrong with life a broken
never said You will fucking hear them soon I promise you There are days When I feel like I never tried And it takes more then waiting To improve my life
it This life is what you make it The choice is up to you, Whether you love or hate it This world is what you make it This life is what you make it The
: No matter what pain this brings, Just don't say shit and pack your things. And without shame or warning We'll be somewhere else tomorrow morning. Grip
: Shivering with you, we shoot our breath into the cold We see the shine from a town that sucked the life straight from the desperate souls And out