1. |
Confined
03:27
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A loss for words,
All locked inside,
I'm terrified.
I'm like a hurricane hitting the coast,
And what I fear is what I love the most.
I get out of line from time to time,
I'm taking back what's rightfully mine.
I am a monster locked in a cage,
I try to chill but can't contain my rage.
I try to show you this is what I love,
But oh my god, it's never enough.
You don't have to worry anymore,
I'm walking out the door.
I'm never coming back.
Are you saying there is something,
more that I can have?
Better than what I've been,
waiting for?
You never saw me for who I was.
You always saw for what you wanted me to be.
I'm sorry things don't go as planned,
I'm sorry for letting you down.
But I'm quite satisfied with what I've become.
I actually have something to live for,
Something to call my own,
Something that means the world to me.
I know you can understand that.
But now that I've taken control.
I'm never giving up.
This is what I was born to do.
This is my way of coping with life.
You don't have to worry anymore.
I'm walking out the door,
and never coming back.
Are you saying there is something,
more that I can have?
Better than what I've been,
waiting for?
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2. |
Accelerate
02:41
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I lied.
I lied.
I lie,
Awake at night.
What if we don't ever wait?
What if?
What if we don't ever wait,
Wait for our lives to come, again.
My words won't surround you,
My words won't be seen.
My life is no longer,
Devoted to shame.
I've seen the light.
I'm on the inside.
I found a secret,
That you will never find.
I feel free once again,
Time has disappeared.
For once in my life,
I can now see clear.
I'll forget you tomorrow,
Take a breath of fresh air.
Live every second,
without a moment to spare.
You lied.
You lied.
You lied,
to me.
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3. |
Shipwreck
03:27
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Just tell me what's real and what's not.
Because this world is ripping me apart.
Making competition over paper.
Stealing from those who did us a favor.
It's crazy, isn't it?
This world is so misleading.
It's crazy, isn't it?
This place is not our home.
This is fucking hell.
Is there any difference between wrong and right?
Will I even fall asleep tonight?
Awake tomorrow to a world full of hate.
Forced to conform to this society, isn't that great?
My mind a shipwreck.
My thoughts an endless crisis.
This place is not our home.
This is fucking hell.
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Those Like Us Houston, Texas
2011-2014
A bunch of sad and angry tunes.
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