1. |
Backstabber Bop
01:10
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Running into scenes
Running into towns
Spreading around rumors but it's all just sound
Music means nothing
Drama is king
Unity forgotten, we just keep fighting
You never shut your mouth
You just keep spreading gossip around
You never shut your mouth
Never turn my back when you're around
Treat people like tools cause you think they're all fools
Friends to their face
But we know it's all fake
Acting like a child
but this shit's so old
Manipulating people everywhere you go
You never shut your mouth
You just keep spreading gossip around
You never shut your mouth
Never turn my back when you're around
You as in many cause there's so many yous
Just love to cause problems it's a cycle of abuse
Cliques and circles
What fucking scene?
Just full of cunts
What does it mean?
You never shut your mouth
You just keep spreading gossip around
You never shut your mouth
Never turn my back when you're around
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2. |
Reflections
02:15
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I see you
You don't see me
I know you
You don't know me
I hear you
You never hear me
What the fuck do you want me to be?
See me
Hear me
Know me
Love me
X 5
I see you
You don't see me
I know you
You don't know me
I hear you
You never hear me
What the fuck do you want me to be?
See me
Hear me
Know me
Love me
X 5
I see you
You don't see me
No matter what I do you'll never love me
Staring in your eyes
For eternity
I think I know you but you don't know me
See me
Hear me
Know me
Love me
X 5
I know you
You don't know me
I love you
You don't love me
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3. |
Circle 7
02:50
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You're waiting for your moment
To grab opportunity and hold it
Each month will be yours
You say behind closed doors
Comatose in your bed
Sometimes it feels you're dead
Dreams run in a cycle
Birth
Death
And then revival
Your time is here
It's close and near
Your time is here
And yet you fear
Paralyzed
Stagnation
Boiled anger
Indignation
Thoughts that aren't yours
You fit into your form
Screams that aren't heard
Your silence worse than your words
Constantly repeated
Potential
You never see it
Your time is here
It's close and near
Your time is here
And yet you fear
What will they say?
You never fit in anyway
And you know you can't play
So just hide
And let it scare you away
But you still complain
And you still write
And you still train in vain
Cause you can't run from the pain
So what the fuck am I saying?
Give it a chance
Give it a chance
What else do you have?
What else can you be?
Reach out and die for your fucking stupid dreams
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