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Optimism
01:42
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I'm always running constant problems
everything is spiraling and pouring out of my hand.
A world of inconstancy has led me to total misery again.
So watch me fall,
I'm losing my faith in this all .
Its so hard to see
all the fucked up things that surrounds me.
No optimism.
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2. |
Poison Hearts
02:28
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Our time is up and I've been thinking about all your words. Your poison seeping deep in my heart. Polluting my brain and now I'm starting to question if you ever even felt the same. Did you care?
Our hearts have been poisoned by the world and our surroundings. All love has faded into the darkness of the room. The day has changed just like the way you felt for me, a reoccurring theme I always get into. Do you lie awake at night or think about this daily? Or am I the only one whose sees the truth. Inside we're soulless, our hearts are black and poisoned. Our time is over and I feel dead
It's all our faults, we do it to ourselves. We drank the poison right off of the shelves. We're numb to each other as the world keeps spinning, fight it all you want but the poison is winning.
Can't you see you and I
are nothing more then poison?
You and I are poison.
Our poison hearts are killing you and me when we go from A to B and C. I've made some sacrifices for you wish you could do the same for me. No point in staying when you're going and going, we're not growing. So why do we waste our time it all ends up in flames? Why do I give myself to you, we pour it down the drain. Why do we even try when things will never be the same? On this carousel of misery we both spin around.
Why cant you see the way we bleed, it doesn't make us happy. It's all for nothing as you can see. You and me are all alone in a world so selfish.
Our time is up and I've been thinking about all your words, poison seeping deep in my soul you dirty my brain and now I finally realize that you never even felt the same.
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3. |
Disconnection
01:49
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Jaded and out of touch.
Why is it that I can't relate with anyone or anything?
And with every step I fall 3 backwards,
I'm losing touch with how I think.
Maybe there's something missing in my life,
plug me so I feel real.
I just cant relate to anything
and I cant explain how I feel.
So why do I feel so disconnected ?
Is it me the one whose out of touch?
Maybe its me the one whose truly misdirected,
so run along and find me help.
Misdirected a disconnection,
I can't relate with what I see.
Everybody is living for attention,
I'm alone in this and you can't help me.
I've tried to put my thoughts into new perspectives
but I'm broken down and incomplete.
Everybody is living for someone else,
I can't stand what I see.
Was it my words or my actions that caused this misguided in fractions. To make you treat me like some sort of bad chemical reaction. You writhe from my touch, why do I pain you so much. Its empirical to my that my existence is a fucking crutch.
So tell me why do I feel so disconnected?
Is it me the one whose out of touch?
Maybe its me the one whose truly disconnected,
so run along and find me help.
Jaded and tortured no reason to care.
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Stagnant
03:23
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I'm standing still, circling in place, I'm headed nowhere.
Inside my mind its like I'm stuck in a race but I can't move forward.
I've grown discouraged with the way seasons change.
I've become an anchor with an infinite weight.
I guess I'm stagnant and I just can't change.
You can't change the things that I can't change.
Stagnant, still, circling in place. Destroying myself over the things that you say. I know I'm stagnant and I just can't change I lost myself along the way we're all just trying to find our place so really who are you to say? I get so caught up on others opinions of me but it's not them whose living my life. So I'll stay strong and I'll stay to true. True to my self and not to you. You think you know whats right for me when you don't know whats right for you.
Who are you to tell me what you think is right for me and only me.
Only you can tell yourself, what you think is right for you and only you.
I'll stand by my morals so wherever I go in life I'm going to be okay.
Stay strong through the tough decisions, stay strong through whatever comes my way.
I just can't change
Circling in place
Held down by the things that you say.
You think you know who I should be?
But you're not walking in my shoes.
You think you know what I want?
But I don't think you do and I can do this without you.
I'm so sick and tired of people saying what's right for me and only me.
Only you can tell your self what's right for you and only you.
I'll stand by my morals so wherever I go in this world I'm going to be okay.
Stay strong through the indecision. Stay strong while I'm searching for my place.
I'm stagnant and I'm circling in place.
I'm lost trying to find my way.
I'm stagnant and I just can't change.
Weighed down by the things you say.
I'm stagnant and I'm circling in place.
I'm lost trying to find my way.
I'm stagnant and I just can't change.
Just can't change.
I'm stuck
in place
held down
by the things
that they say.
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Station Cases Tampa, Florida
Is this for real?
Nate // Vox
Matt // Guitar
Christian // Guitar
Kyle // Bass
Woody // Drums
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