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Broken Promises
03:49
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What my conscience says
Ain't what my mind reads
I won't throw it away
This ain't no prostitution
Not just a row of disillusions
This is independence day
I ain't going down....
It's what my heart says
No drama is on this
I ain't no disgrace
I'm done hearing broken promises
It's 7:46,
And I'm looking for a fix
I wanna hear your voice
I see what you've been saying
I even stopped complaining
This is your choice
I will not control..
It's what my heart says
No drama is on this
I ain't no disgrace
I'm done hearing broken promises
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2. |
Epoxy
04:07
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Take another drink for me
My life's bound to this dependency
Depression, I'm going cross-eyed
2 a.m. dizziness, a new real life
I'll take it all down with me
Take it all, take it all to pieces
Self destruction's a road over taken
And it's all because of you
I bought my own this time
I feel a bowl's in line
You just don't get it, I don't hate you
I'm over myself and what we've been going through
I feel there's no real last time
Last.....
Take it all, take it all to pieces
Self destruction's a road over taken
And it's all because of you
I drink it down, drink it down to sips and,
Throw the bottle in the air, no excuses
And it's all because of you
Because of you
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3. |
Take A Bow
03:14
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Listen to the somber voices as you fall asleep
As you realize you were just dreaming
It seems so surreal, yet, can be so alive
It's the life you wanna live, at which you will oblige
So take a bow, and forgive
Don't take for granted what you get to relive
Life is short and bittersweet
So don't take a look to the otherside from the back seat
As we sing
Looking back in time, I can still see the face
Of the people being tortured, living in disgrace
Not appreciating the things they were given
Can't you just be happy with your living?
So take a bow, and forgive
Don't take for granted what you get to relive
Life is short and bittersweet
So don't take a look to the otherside from the back seat
As we sing
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4. |
Poison Ideas
03:42
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I see the fighting in the world
In a New York minute, everything unfurls
So take off your pants and jacket
And sit down in front of the T.V.
You can see where we lack it
Well honey, this ain't no movie
You can blame it on the white man
Blame it on the powers
But you know who is watching
You see the pretty little liars
You can see who see's the instance
You can see who needs attention
So please go tell your story
And watch where we go
You can read the allegory
Because you think you know it all
You can blame it on the white man
Blame it on the powers
But you know who is watching
You see the pretty little liars
Watch them go and get all the attention
See all of the news men
Fox news got nothing on me
Yea I've got some flaws
But you've got more on you
So take out a cigarette
We got poison ideas
You've got more on you
You won't win this election
You've got poison ideas
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5. |
Tales of the 623
02:49
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Look around and all I see is dark
Everything we do just falls apart
Bad work places with higher loads
Of shit breathed down all our throats
Take a look, at my face
Can't you see it's just all out of place
Break it up and turn it around
No progress can be seen so we're singin, whoa
Think about this ailing town
Can't you see the skies are falling down
You can't get enough to pay the rent
No one's in shape we're all just spent
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6. |
Pride
02:28
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Spread it out, spread it fast
Don't care who knows, don't care who laughs
I don't think this is your body
And if God made me why can't he fix me?
Just say what you wanna say
Throw your arms up, you'll always have the break
And be who you wanna be
Take it in stride, you got liberty
You've got pride
Breathe it out, breathe it in
Don't take them in, because it's not a sin
I think this is what you believe
But if that's what you say, I'll let you go insane
Just say what you wanna say
Throw your arms up, you'll always have the break
And be who you wanna be
Take it in stride, you got liberty
Just let them say what they wanna say
Throw your arms up, you'll always have the break
And be who you wanna be
Take it in stride, you got liberty
You've got pride (4x)
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7. |
This Time
04:07
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I see you suffering,
And I just don't know how this could happen
They say you live for it
And I just don't want all these excuses
So when this comes to an end
Let's all just pretend
That life is almost gone
I've been waiting, where did all the time go?
The drama seems to spread
And I just don't know how you can do it
Almost every single day
An apocalypse is headed toward your way
So when this comes to an end
Let's all just pretend
That life is almost gone
Life's been waiting, where did all the time go
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Slip of the Tongue
03:09
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Why don't you mark the way,
of someone's safety delay?
It's utmost gratifying,
Brings on much tough tiding
Show me some controversial,
Topics that blew all commercials
Out of the water,
It's rising up to skies level
Was just a slip of the tongue (4x)
Blow your brains out the water
Show me mom's little monster
Take on all social delay
Because it breeds apathy
Bring on the new progess
Of all the safety nets
Shows all the sequels
So fuck the 'anti-water'
Brings on new conflicts
That westboro will be hit with
Interrogate the people
Who can barely stand the reaper
Blow your brains out the water
Show me mom's little monster
Take on all social delay
Because it breeds apathy
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9. |
Don't Break the Seams
03:44
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Listen up baby, can you tell that I ain't lying
Been making my rounds of mistake, I sure been dying
Feel so bad that my heart has swelled up
Feel like curling in a ball to the wall, I'm dealt up
Like a regular deck of cards, my tears are in stacks
If you count 'em 52, I've been losing to phase 10
Fuck this life, I wanna go back to when we were most happy
Out of the way of all that, I sure can be sappy
The people have crowded in, I am claustrophobic
My nerves are bursting, my angers doing aerobics
I'm like show biz, up and down, up, turn it around
Roller coaster all the way to a mental breakdown
Listen to our memories, enemies,
Sending early text messages that will read hey baby
Good morning how you doing, did you sleep well last night
Well my dreams are getting hazy from my fuck ups causing fights
So let's redo this now
We're not falling down
I feel like this is a dream
So surreal, don't break the seams
Don't break the seams
I'm finally coming clean
About my insecurities
My insecurities always causing a big commotion
In the ocean, my minds a-floating
Like the wrecks in the water, blub blub, I'm not coasting
Skins cracked up, my eyes weld shut
From crying so long, I'm just all tensed up
I'm surprised at how calm I've been these past few days
My mind is overloading putting me in a flip-phase
Sun-rays, survey says, I'm in a great depression
I'm losing sight, not losing mind of life real lessons
Apply it to my life, it sure is damn hard
Like finding waldo in that book, I'm trying to find my part
Won't act like my shit don't stink, because it probably does
Like John Lennon said, all you need is love
This all is surreal, I am in a dream
I'm a musician and a lover, I am not a beast
This is who I am, but not normally who I be
I fall in love, don't fall apart
Our futures ours to see
So let's redo this now
We're not falling down
I feel like this is a dream
So surreal, don't break the seams
Don't break the seams
I'm finally coming clean
About my insecurities
Well this is the part,
Where we try to fix this
I just can't seem to fix this
Can you tell me what this is
Baby, help me fix this
So let's redo this now
We're not falling down
I feel like this is a dream
So surreal, don't break the seams
Don't break the seams
I'm finally coming clean
About my insecurities
Don't break the seams
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