| S T R U N G O U T Bring Out Your Dead |
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| One breif recolection of all time People in my life that have come and gone One breif fleeting moment of people I've loved And the people I have wronged Long lost are the loved ones gone But this bird cannot seem to Mend it's broken wing So the lust for life dissipates and a new Greed rises for the needful things Don't wanna thing about it I indulge myself Distraction means less pain Bury my emotion to protect myself 'Til I can't feel a fuckin thing I've dared to dream and I've tried to live But I'll play it safe again I'm just a slave to my voices now . . . BRING OUT YOUR DEAD Voices wither than crack than die The ringin' in my ear will sing me soft asleep Dead silence is now all i hear Insparation following me Don't wanna think about it I indulge myelf Distraction means less pain Bury my emotion to protect myself 'Til I can't feel a fuckin thing I've dared to dream and I've tried to live But I've played it safe again Just another slave to my voices now . . . My addiction, my illness My only childhood friend My addiction, my illness My only trusted friend You twisted warm embrace engulfing all I tried to be My bodies breaking under arms that will not SET ME FREE My addiction, my illness my only childhood friend My addiction, my ilness my only trusted friend . . . Locked in this cage that I've built myself Constructed out of Twisted cold reminders of a life once lost But I've found my way again I'm just a slave to my voices now . . . My addicion, my illness My only childhood friend My addiction my only life. |
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