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The AM
05:40
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Biography; Epitaph
02:08
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Selfless sabotage
Self-righteous paragon
Lacking virtue
Mockery of belief
No one remembers
The things you did or said
All your charity
Useless in the end
You die like you live
When you give and you give
You live like you’re dead
With a bullet to the head
Life goes on and on
Then one day you’re gone
Life is but a photograph
This is your biography; your epitaph
Hopes end up dashed
Friends getting smashed
They don’t matter
Just like you
Screaming and wailing
Desperately flailing
Tortured pit of rage
Deep anxiety
You die like you live
When you give and you give
You live like you’re dead
With a bullet to the head
Life goes on and on
Then one day you’re gone
Life is but a photograph
This is your biography; your epitaph
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Cracked Mirror
04:03
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(Hey)
Remember when you wore both masks?
Played them all for fools at last?
(Wait)
Remember how you burst right in?
You always were the brightest light
(Hey)
Remember how we worked on it?
Now you’ll never see it end
You faded like the sun and the mirror’s cracked
That smile fooled everyone, but it was just an act
You were on the run, now you’ll never come back
Your eyes fooled everyone
Now we’re dressed in black
Remember when you held your son?
It meant the world to everyone
(Hey)
Remember now your daughter’s grown:
A kinder person than I could be
(Wait)
Remember I was there with you?
You’d be with me if you could
You faded like the sun and the mirror’s cracked
That smile fooled everyone, but it was just an act
You were on the run, now you’ll never come back
Your eyes fooled everyone
Now we’re dressed in black
Remember when we stole the goose?
Slipped the swings tight in our noose
(Hey)
Remember when they called me you?
We were so young: so full of hope
(Wait)
Remember how you came so close
So many goddamned times before?
Please don’t make me hate you for how it had to end
Please don’t make me lie and say you weren’t my friend
There’s no need for you to play your clever act
There’s no need now that the mirror’s cracked
You faded like the sun and the mirror’s cracked
That smile fooled everyone, but it was just an act
You were on the run, now you’ll never come back
Your eyes fooled everyone
Now we’re dressed in black
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Holding on to Our Hate
04:56
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Because they were whores
who cared not for their kids,
we've lost our mothers,
so we hold on to our hate.
Because we smoked
and shot up too much,
we've lost our sanity,
but we hold on to our hate.
Because his pain was
too great to endure,
we've lost our Voice,
and he triggers his hate.
Call it pain, wrath, or rage,
the answer's always the same.
Everything washes away and we're left with nothing but shame.
Because our fathers
weren’t really men,
we've lost our strength,
and we hold on to our hate.
Because we borrowed
what we couldn’t steal,
we've lost our homes,
so we hold on to our hate.
Because our leaders
lied time and again,
we've lost our trust,
but they hold on to their hate.
Call it pain, wrath, or rage,
the answer's always the same.
Everything fades away and there’s no one else to blame.
Because we were shown
the wrong ways to love,
we've lost our kids,
and they carry on with our hate.
Because we Quaked
for hours on end,
we've lost all control.
We hold on to our hate.
Because our priests
betrayed their vows,
we've lost our faith.
God holds on to its hate.
Call it pain, wrath, or rage,
the answer's always the same.
Everything washes away and we're holding on to our hate.
Call it pain, wrath, or rage,
the answer's always the same.
Everything fades away and we’re holding on to our hate.
Call it pain, wrath, or rage,
the answer's always the same.
No matter what we try to say, we’re holding on to our hate.
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Wrapped up tight in the blanket of night… with you
It’s not your first time, and it sure ain’t mine
We’re so in love and full of hate inside
How deep are these scars; is that all we’ve left behind?
I don’t know what it’s called when you walk away
I don’t know what it’s called when you decide to stay
The stars don’t care about you and me... tonight
There’s no fate but what we make together
Nothing’s preordained; oh, we’re deranged
You can’t see what I can’t say that you won’t be
We should’ve known right from the start… we’re doomed
Days into weeks then months turn into years
We’re getting the last laugh because
No matter what they try, we’re still fucking here
I don’t know what it’s called when I walk away
I don’t know what it’s called when I decide to stay
I don’t know what it’s called when we walk away
I don’t know what it’s called when we decide to stay
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Your voice – haunts me when I’m dreaming
And now I haven’t been sleeping
I lie there and stare at the ceiling
Looking for some kind of feeling
The phone rings – breaks the siren’s screaming
The comfort I found is receding
There’s nothing left to believe in
The time we have left, it is fleeting
“Don’t close the window,” she said
I’ve got to get this shit out of my head
Don’t want to end up like them
Gotta see this thing through to the end
Your face – my vision now it deceives me
Still can’t shake this ill feeling
I’m well past the point of redeeming
A trick of the mind just to tease me
“Don’t close the window,” she cried
All our hopes and our dreams are denied
We’re gonna end up like them
There’s nothing left to believe in the end
“Don’t close the window,” she said
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