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Track One: Intro
00:16
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Brought down in your heyday
Was this your price to pay
You can't deny these bloodshot eyes
A new beginning to a new delay
Well these mornings are the worst though
Will there be mourning for me
Last night's highs followed by tomorrow's lows
A newfound sense of urgency
Just a bit over dramatic
Oh such a tragedy
Cut loose with nothing to choose
In and out of apathy
Lately where's your heart been
Are you still going for gold
Despite the case well it's all out of phase
Where's that drive
That Gusto
Touch of Bold
And your stake is problematic
Sporadic in despondency
You are the tides that the levee's denied
Grasping for complacency
Just a bit over dramatic
Oh such a tragedy
Cut loose with nothing to choose
In and out of apathy
You can fall into the mold but they wont care about you
Drop dead as their martyr and they wont care about you
I'm done pursuing other faceless men's interest now
I'm just here until I'm not
Just a bit over dramatic
Oh such a tragedy
Cut loose with nothing to choose
In and out of apathy
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I spend my days just searching for a phrase that could mean something to me
A passing craze
I'm wasting away in my anxieties
The brink of something
But who's to say what
Need to define what I know
I took a leap
Left me hanging on the edge of it all
Such a long way to go
Such a long way to go
Empty thoughts keep me restless in the prime of the night
Pursue and resist
So many people afraid to admit satisfaction does not exist
I've heard the calls through the gaps in the walls
Oh, God
They started to drone
All too familiar
These scars are all shown
Another one who went with the flow
Such a long way to go
Just breathe
You can only find it out on your own
I don't know if I'm on the right track
But it's the oNlY way to go
I don't ever want to live like this
Coasting through accepting it's as good as it gets
Half-hearted decisions left me stuck with myself
It's a long way down
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The Used Rag
02:55
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Love is just a word that's used to gauge reaction
While hate is just a word that's used for gaining traction
Now tell me what a man's got to do to gain one over you
Insane's a word that stains and scars and picks it's victims
Prescription pills could fix it all but the effects are always interim
They'll call your shots and you'll call mine
Someday I'll find me something I can choose
They'll prey upon our hopes and fears with nothing left to lose
Expectations are nothing more than mutual abuse
They'll call you for a favor when you're hanging from the gallows to cut them loose
This pettiness is all that's pure it's surely untainted
Well I see a red door
What do they want it painted
Misfortunes always come in threes so nothing ever comes out of the blue
They'll praise you for your misplaced trust
It keeps them going
They'll haze you just for wising up when you see the floor is bowing
They'll ostracize you to all extents then sympathize with what your going through
They'll prey upon our hopes and fears with nothing left to lose
Expectations are nothing more than mutual abuse
They'll call you for a favor when you're hanging from the gallows to cut them loose
They'll prey upon our hopes and fears with nothing left to lose
Expectations are nothing more than mutual abuse
They'll call you for a favor when you're hanging from the gallows to cut them loose
Oh well they'll call you for a favor to cut them loose
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Rapscallion
05:04
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Gone as quickly as it came but it's not the same as it was before
Art for art's sake but it's just another piece added to your repertoire
And I know how it sounds
The air pounds so profound through the door
And once more you think you know exactly what you're here for
And you're sure that you'll mince words so you pack 'em in so they don't see right through to you
Gone are the days wandering just expecting all the easy views
It might have been a phase
But now you're counting those days just the same
Loosing touch
Lost touch
Find your focus
Take aim
Pull the trigger
Duh, the gun
It's 12:41 and more cliches are here just to ruin all the fun
So sure of your doubt
Now you're hoping for a bout but you're done
And haven't even figured out if all the parts could ever add up to the sum
Not all disappointment needs to be a lesson
Justify it any way you please
It's so easy just to flirt with death when life is always such a tease
And I say that tongue-in-cheek
So don't you ship me up the creek with the meek
Loosing touch
Lost touch
Find your focus
Take aim
Pull the trigger
Duh, the gun
Loosing touch
Lost touch
Find your focus
Take aim
Pull the trigger
Duh, the gun
Loosing touch
Lost touch
Find your focus
Take aim
Pull the trigger
Duh, the gun
Loosing touch
Lost touch
Find your focus
Take aim
Pull the trigger
Duh, the gun
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