Lyrics:
The small simple lies poison everything
One by one killing all of the memories
Now it's time to put this heart out of its misery
'Cause I've been
more, no more, no more
See, I made up my mind 'cause I've wasted my time
Ain't nothin' here to keep me warm
And over and over I tried
Yet over
I was consumed
By a life that I made
Destined to crash
Beat up and bruised
By the flashbacks of my own past
I tried to hide away
Till I heard you say
Never been burned by a beautiful boy
I always had myself a couple little toys
None of them matter when you're laying next to me
You know you shook
wasted days
The same old lady holds her hand out by the corner store
I always give her what I can you know she still needs more
Let's try to open our
Something young becoming old
I can't stay here any longer
Trapped here by the rain
I can't stay here any longer
Waiting for this train
I'm waiting
I would have never taken all this weight off your back
If I knew the fucking time I wasted (how fucking bad it tasted)
I saw you reaching out for
to go hungry
'Cause each day burns by with regret
A wasted, abandoned cigarette
And all this time would be a sweeter ride
With someone by my side
Let's face it, it's wasted, and the thought police can't taste it
It's fascist, it's bondage, but who the hell has won this?
He wants a piece, she
Drill in your face, wasted life
What that means to me
Sectioning your thoughts
Could you show me sometime
With all my words
You could not paralyze
anyone (no one)
Never played by the rules
Cause we`re the kids of the underground
Our time, our ways, we`re the wasted generation
Our life, we pay,
them look my way
I've learned lessons living by day
And now the will has found me to leave the worries
And all that makes no sense behind
No more wasted
What do I see? Mom's gonna choke from the smoke that she be blowing
Them wasted years not knowing that no matter what
Whatever happen let it happen
But
you're a lucky boy
This recipe yeah you know me
This 5-piece band called LBC
Rest of the world passes by saying the world does not revolve around you
grim understandings of mystic Celtic gods
Blood thirsty for their ritualistic slaughter they commit human life
To death they fall in wasted form
the same
Arena
You'll never know why,
The skull of the blind
Welcome into my arena
And we die, and we breed,
Wasted hands that need to feed,
Got
want you to sleep well tonight
Let the world turn without you tonight
If we try
We'll get by
So forget all about us tonight
(Apostles' Women)
23 houres - banged up day and night
Beatings - given out left and right
By the screws who want to put you down
Degradation - they rub your face in
The only one on the homicide floor
Rejected by society
No exit strategy
Abandon and primal
Resisting arrest
Mardi gras and scissors
Stuck fast, glue traps
This is where the bodies collect
Manifest, then disappear without a trace
Led astray by what they seek
Unsatisfied, dissipate their present state
first blade at nine
By the age of twelve, slap bine, fifteen, beat a court case
I flying it on the strip, that's all day
It's clear mine's different
with all I hold dear
Walking blind along the ridge
Guided onward by a legend relived in a rhyme
Before us a long journey calls
Over land and over time
Beyond all sense is this
The march goes ever on
Inside what's left behind
The wasted years of scorn
No charge to save us now
The lingering will
survive
Survive
Suffocating me
We will all burn for eternity
There is no substance to what you preach
Prayers wasted, souls forever lost
I will
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