1. |
Day by Day
03:04
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Always struggling, day by day.
I can't ever think of what to say.
Trying to keep my head held high,
But I just count my failures every night.
Losing sleep for my dollar a day,
How much more until I break?
Trying not to let the world bring me down,
But this persistent hardship forces me to drown.
My life is a disappointment.
Always letting others down.
You'll count all the times I've been wrong,
until my body hits the ground.
No love.
No trust.
No hope.
We're born to die alone.
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2. |
Sinner
03:48
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Am I in danger?
Cuz I'm a failure.
I never learned the proper behavior.
Never learned good from bad
I'm just a sinner,
Not a saint or a savior.
My mind is jaded.
I can't take it.
The headaches, the anger, the hatred.
I always got less then I gave,
So I'll kill myself to keep you safe.
I've kept quiet for far too long,
without warning I'll be gone.
Suffocated by my own fucking words,
I won't gasp for air.
I'll embrace the hurt.
Living life in constant fear,
is not something I can bare.
I'll take control of all I can.
I'll die by my own hands.
The devil stands before me as blood drips from his blade.
Just the sounds of drowning so profound the darkness enslaves,
Thoughts conflicted and twisted,
Self inflicted submission.
Mental visions of inscisions as I scratch for existence.
I let my demons in.
I let them take control.
Felt myself slip away from my fucking soul.
I've been thinking thoughts that'd make the devil want to kill himself.
Agonizing pain.
No.
I wont commit,
To the disease of selfishness.
Agonizing pain.
The devil stands before me as blood drips from his blade.
Just the sounds of drowning so profound the darkness enslaves,
Thoughts conflicted and twisted,
Self inflicted submission.
Mental visions of inscisions as I scratch for existence.
Tattered, and torn.
Between the will to live,
And the need to let go.
Silence.
I'll let the voices in my head speak for me.
When all is said and done,
I'll be a fading memory in your mind.
Dead weight.
No escape.
A sinner's death is not in vain.
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3. |
Stray Dog
03:10
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I'm tired and I'm broken,
I'm bruised and I'm bent.
These stray ways that I live have me so fucking spent.
Night after night I lay on my head,
letting horrific thoughts bury me dead.
If I find a way to find me some peace,
I swear that I'll fight,
Push and swing,
Before I fall to my knees.
What the fuck do you know about pain?
You've never lost anything.
Lost and alone, with no place to call home.
Shelterless, left with nowhere to roam.
I'll live on my own and die on my own.
These mother fuckers couldn't spend a god damn night all alone.
I'm a stray dog,
abandoned and beaten.
Just searching for something to believe in.
I'm a stray dog.
I'm a mutt with rotting teeth.
Decayed like my fathers before me.
Lost and alone, with no place to call home.
Shelterless, left with nowhere to roam.
I'll live on my own and die on my own.
These mother fuckers couldn't spend a god damn night all alone.
All alone.
No one is trustworthy,
I'll show no mercy.
Foam at the mouth,
No fear no doubt.
I am the danger.
What the fuck do you know about pain?
You've never lost anything.
I'm a stray dog.
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4. |
Lull
02:24
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Doubt will build up in my heart,
It will kill off hope which was so stark.
It'll feed off my will and fill me with lies,
No love no soul I'm dead inside.
Alive on the surface,
beneath that I'm worthless.
So put a hole in my head,
and leave me six feet under ground.
Internal fear.
Eternal sleep.
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5. |
Numb
03:09
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Numb
Haunted by what I used to be,
and all these fucked up memories.
They're taking me,
suffocating me.
Oh god they're fucking killing me.
I turned to bottles and fake friends.
They gave me a life full of regrets.
I promised myself I'd be a better person,
Well it's so hard to do when I'm feeling so worthless.
I feel fucking worthless.
My heart is cold from being alone.
My mind is gone from feeling so numb.
Take my heart.
I don't want it anymore.
My everyday life is bringing me down,
I need to find a way to out of this rut that I'm stuck in.
I can't stand the sight of me,
the pressure of life is fucking killing me.
I've had enough of this cursed life,
pushing myself away,
thinking I'll be just fine.
Though I pray every night,
I'm done putting up a fight.
I'm letting demons take me away.
My heart is cold from always being alone.
My mind is gone from always feeling so numb.
It's building up, it's crawling all over me.
Give it time and I'll be the person I used to be.
No puedo ser fuerte, lo que me mata es mi mente.
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