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Woke up with a hole in my head,
Can't see anything but red.
Can't calm down, can't be at ease
Another day grinding my teeth.
Filled to the top,
About to blow up,
When did this
Got so fucked?
Smash my face into a wall
Jump of a cliff end it all
Head in the dirt, down on my knees.
Where is the fucking relief?
Filled to the top,
About to blow up,
When did this
Got so fucked?
I'll put myself into a shell,
Sick and alone through this living hell.
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Ten bucks, three bands, ten bucks, you mad man?
I'm out, spent on booze, I'm out don't make me choose
What are you saying? You're telling me
The scene doesn't run on anarchy?
You sell outs, you capitalists,
Fuck this I'll rather get pissed.
You know I started thinking,
Fuck this I'll rather be drinking.
You know I started thinking,
Fuck this I'll rather be drinking.
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A cruel joke. A cruel joke.
I knew it, there would be a day.
Yet I still fucking ache,
When everything turns to gray,
I hate myself, but I cannot stay.
The cruelest joke,
The defect of the mind.
We throw away,
What we tried hard to find.
So maybe it's fine, to keep the distance.
No strings attached, never settling in.
Cause when you have nothing,
You won't lose anything.
The cruelest joke,
The defect of the mind.
We throw away,
What we tried hard to find.
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You say it has been said, we couldn't care less
We're not afraid to admit, we're just average kids.
The mission is not to impress, just to say what needs to be said.
As long as it's sincere and it comes from the heart,
We don't care it's not new, we don't care it's not art.
Well it's fine, it's okay, we don't bother that we're a cliche!
Cliche!
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I dreamt of a place,
All equal no names,
A place without judgment,
A place without frames.
I thought it as it,
Still see that it's the same old shit.
Where they don't care about,
Where you're coming from,
A place where we can,
Just get along.
I thought it as it,
Still see that it's the same old shit.
Well it feels good to say that we're free,
It feels good but it doesn't work.
Until the day that we stop,
Forcing our shit down everyone's throat.
I thought it as it,
Still see that it's the same old shit.
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Want me to mellow out, want me to please the crowd,
Less anger more appeal, we'll make it clear.
No stadium shows, no fucking front rows, meathead security.
And no control.
For me, basement for me.
Throw me out the fences, burn down the stage,
This is no much more that entertainment.
I wanna feel your sweat, I wanna connect,
I want bones to break, what's the night without pain?
Basement for me.
This is where it begins, this is where it'll end.
I'm buried underground and I've never felt so alive.
For me, basement for me.
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released May 1, 2012
