1. |
Throatless
02:57
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I am the hostage who finally lost it
Gagged and throatless I'm in it, not above it
My life is a - GAME
And I'm being - PLAYED
My own truman - SHOW
Alone on the - STAGE
They deal you a hand to give you a break
But turn them around and find out that they're blank
Stripped of a - VOICE
Robbed of a - NAME
I live in a - CAGE
The only way out is hell...
If I let these words come out I might as well be dead already
But if I hold my breath again its just another mountain on my back
Fuck
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2. |
Family
02:07
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Open my mouth
To let it dry
To choke on words
That they don't know what its like
To find out, that you're all alone
To find out, that's what you've been all along
I've opened up my mouth
And I've screamed my goddamn lungs out
But every time they hear
-
They look at you like you could be somebody else
Each day I came back to that lonely house
To find out, that I didn't belong
To find out, your welcome isn't so warm
And looks like I've worn it out
Never good enough
Water thin blood
I'm a face even a mother could not love
God sent me here because in hell I might've had some luck
I'm just the scum of the earth, dirt under your feet
And you're a stranger that pretends we're family
Keep my name out of your mouth
And find another pawn to push around
It was never home to me
So much for family
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3. |
Bad Breath
01:57
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Hands up
Head down
Dumb fuck
Assclown
I love the way that you wear that crown -
Voice of
The people
Like piss from
The steeple
Tell me again what you consider equal, with your -
Eyes shut
Look around
Before you make it up and write it down
And lie to yourself to please everyone else, so you can -
Get all the praise
A pity parade
A golden dog tray
Complete with your name
To put on your shelf with the trophies you build
For being tongueless and proud just like everyone else
Be the feminist you aren't inside
And be the racist that you try to hide
Its hard to stand up tall with your head up high
And pat yourself on the back without a fucking spine
Because the world is bullshit, and so are you
Open that jaw, regurgitate like you've got something to prove
Every single dead weight knows the press from the truth
But tell me I've got bad breath because I don't say it too
I'm sick of being used
And feeling useless
I don't need another friend
I just need it to end
Cause I've got bad breath
Cause I've got bad breath
Cause I've got bad breath
And an open mind
But apparently that's something I should hide
Dont look at me like you don't have a clue
Behind that fucking facade, your teeth are rotten too
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4. |
Depose
01:34
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Do you know what its like to be lonely?
Do you know what its like to live in your head?
Can you tell me, did you already forget?
Do you know or do you just pretend?
Do you know what its like to be ugly?
Do you know what its like to hear your words go unsaid?
Is it hard to remember when you're so loved?
Do you know what its like to feel dead?
Cause I'm not convinced
By that grin on your face
And I'm not eating up
A single word you say
All of my heroes are crooks
All of my heroes are fucking fiends
And I reached out to them, to lend me a hand
But all they gave was a fist to go fuck myself with
Well I guess that's my fault, I guess I'm the fool
I guess thats what I get for not playing it cool
So I grit my teeth, open my eyes
And see what its like to watch a hero die
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