Time and term so often burn
when there’s nowhere left to go
And life leaks out like sand through glass
and drafts through open doors
So some will spend their waking days
just tearing you apart
But ears will bleed from deafening shots
from the bullets to the heart
Breakdown, I want something else, I won’t walk away
We we’re never made to run the rat race. NO!
No, this was never by design,
route the motorcade and let the stars align.
Go, Pick an apple from the tree,
speak now or forever hold your peace.
I, I am not the same, and I won’t take the blame
We we’re never meant to free the fiends
So you caught the cold, you break the mold
that’s breaking skin
Breaking my skin
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