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Coffins
04:44
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I will lose this fight, I will lose my life
I kept my word when I said I’d fail you
Try to attain to be what we could never be
I give up on this
Hope has no place here
If I could raise the dead, I would not be here
This is my life, of feeling real
Confined to stay, apart from all things dear
This is my life, to feel alive somewhere
We are acceptable loses, nailed to our crosses,
They try to dissect us, so we’ll fit in their coffins
Coffins...
Come to taste and see, that this is tragedy
That we deny the very name we claim to be
I am dead inside, This coffin is my life
I traded riches for these lies
If I could raise the dead, I would not be here
My last attempt, at feeling real
Confined to stay, apart from all things dear
This is my life, to feel alive somewhere
I will lose this fight, I will lose my life
We are acceptable loses, nailed to our crosses,
They try to dissect us, so we’ll fit in their coffins
We are acceptable loses, nailed to our crosses,
They try to dissect us, so we’ll fit in their coffins
Coffins….
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Friendly Fire
03:35
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You promised instant pleasure at the cost of torture
Eclipsed in self-delusion, cannibals rise to feed
Feed…
You thought this was an escape, this is an expressway
To what you cant avoid, in time you’ll come to
taste blood
Kill your wounded,
your gossip is a cancer,
Your words spell murderer
I drank your destruction as you drank my poising
This is my confession of my desolation
We fall down this staircase
You dig my shallow grave,
As slander now defines us
We murder our mothers and our fathers
Death by friendly fire…
We are cannibal Christians
Christians…
Murder…
Hate is the murderer…
I speak with venom, I speak with poison
Words are what we believe in and it’s how we use them
Hiding our scarlet letters by revealing yours
Yours….
Dismantling our lives…
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Bleed The Machine
04:30
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You say you don’t believe in things you cannot see, I do I do…
Get me off this train wreck, get me off this sinking ship
Pull me from this car crash, my life will be a waste
Emergency, rescue me, lethal distraction of who I’m to be
We must bleed the machine
Conviction for securitys
I believe in things I have not seen
So pull that trigger, your judgments been made
We live by what we say
We are the rebels of today
So pull that trigger, your judgments been made
We are the rebels of today
We lost our purpose while seeking meaning
I lose my life to say, that I’ve lost nothing
They plead for you, to embrace this tragic dream
But I embrace these things unseen
We must bleed the machine
I am defined by who I want to be
Not who I am and not who I seem
We must bleed the machine
We all die, where are you now…
So pull that trigger, your judgment’s been made
We live by what we say
We are the rebels of today
So pull that trigger, your judgment’s been made
We live by what we say
We are the rebels of today
So pull that trigger, your judgment’s been made
We are the rebels of today
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When We Became I
02:21
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The peace of possessing nothing, has become the burden of self indulgence
In love with the gift but not the giver
When we became just I
How long…
One rigid request for my savior
Is to break my heart with what breaks yours
Will this all end where it all started
When we became just I
Jesus can you save me from me
Jesus save me…
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