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Coward's Fate
01:42
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Can’t take back the pain I’ve caused
Can’t gain back the trust I’ve lost
Each day I wake to a cowards fate
No I don’t deserve forgiveness
And each night I pray that maybe someday
I’ll cure myself of this sickness
Because I cursed you when I hurt you
And I know I could have stopped it
Selfish acts I can’t take back
Filled with personal profit
Try to change my ways 'cause man I got to
So many ways to kill myself
But today I choose not to
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Shot to Kill
02:56
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Stripped you of your comfort, I shot to kill
When prey becomes the hunter, is that what you call free will?
How could I choose this when I know I lost your love?
And how could I do this when I claim to care so much?
Sad it got this far not to land
Damned to my thoughts I can’t stand who I am
Shell of a person no moral compass
But know one day you’ll get your justice
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Crossfire Epiphany
01:46
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Seeking help won’t reassure my worth
Or left of what's been cursed
But it occurred to me like an epiphany
If I don’t a say a word you can’t get to me
Step into this crossfire step into this husk
Step into this crossfire step into a bus
Yeah they try to get to me
But they can’t get to me
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4. |
Got My Fix
00:24
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Tread through the dread
Try to drum to the will
The drugs take hold and I can’t stand still
Try to keep calm I just can’t chill
But I got my fix and now it seems real
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Just Hurt
02:03
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Every time I try to help I just hurt
I try to show face but I can’t face her
I try to keep pace but my feet drag dirt
And I’d end it all now but I’m still not sure
A sanitized life is all that pure
Maybe i need to hurt
Haunting mistakes have no patience
In the waking of living choose isolation
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6. |
Years of Therapy
03:33
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The years of therapy
That we’ll both need
The less than cherishing
I couldn’t help but be
With my lack of sincerity
And the harsh realities
You set you free free from me
And I need to be a better human being
and the years of therapy
a plea for peace
The years of therapy
An attempt to breathe
Years of therapy
I try my hardest
But luck doesn't come
I try my hardest
But I'm fucked up
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7. |
No Dead Stares
02:11
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Fighting and fighting to keep order
But dim lights lend to loose morals
Hellbent from an unaffordable corner
Life by the pound like a nice porno
Broken in ways only the Lord knows
Out of breathe because I snore slow
And if I stop breathing in my sleep
And when death finally comes for me
Please know I never knew peace
And keep my eyes low
So they can’t see me go
No dead stares after I go
No dead stores it’s all for show
No dead stares after I go
Some peace I’ll never know
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8. |
Part 3 (Ginsberg)
04:43
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Lyrics borrowed respectfully from Part 3 of the poem "Howl" by Allen Ginsberg
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