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On The Hill
03:48
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I feel marked, I feel empty.
I feel tired, I feel sleepy.
In my head, I know nothing.
Is this a the sign of a human being?
Here's a problem, there is no answer.
Here's a bottle, it won't last her.
She tears the seams and finds a soul,
with broken limbs and bullet holes.
You soon will see there is no truth.
Impurity will see you through.
There's a fire burning inside my soul.
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There isn't anything that I'd like to believe more.
And I would give anything to feel that secure.
But its not in the cards that I was dealt.
and I won't be trapped in a tiny shell.
Hypocrisy was never in my nature.
and when I was a child i always hated preachers.
but when I got older it cut me to my core.
I fell to my knees as I watched Jesus follow Santa out the door.
Picture this, If we're both up high,
would we still live the same shitty lives?
Day in and day out and we still don't know why?
but we can plan on a better life when we die.
I'm a candidate to be proven different,
but i'll keep my fear of death without a replacement.
and i'll take on my own problems with the purest intention.
Express my thoughts and bring my dreams to fruition.
I'd like to say that I would have a say,
In what I do tomorrow and what I do today.
And not be fooled by the crippled and the scared.
But those crippled will strike you with their crutches and chant your name in the air.
Because it's over now.
It brings my confidence down.
But that does seem fair..
Know that I don't care.
Were all gonna die...
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Air
03:46
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So here I am again spouting things that I hate.
Because I cannot stand to keep them in my head.
If there's anything I've learned it's how to think for myself.
And that I'm not worth a damn if I stick around.
I'll breathe this air again someday.
But it will cause me to fester and decay.
And when I shoot for the moon with broken sails.
I'll always end up on the same old shitty trails,
when all of this fails.
There's a tree outside that I see every morning.
It reminds me where I am and what my life has become.
But since I've held this air inside for far too long,
it sits inside my lungs and it refuses to come out.
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Blind
04:00
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I'm beached far on this dried out sand.
I've carpeted my mind with an illusion.
Its hard to tell when I hear the truth
and it bothers me that I can't find the answer.
So I chase the questions to ask.
With a sour soul and a heart so cold, I'm blind.
Your thinking wire has caught on fire
and you know your diving into shallow water.
I'm constantly stabbed in the back
but fooling me you know is not the answer.
Your wearing thin,
You've been hung on the wall with a pin.
So burn my mind,
The fire from your lies has turned me blind.
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