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Hot Ashes
03:14
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When all is said and done all that stands before us is what we’ve done; we’re lost between what we want and who we are
When all you have is fun, you spend your evenings chasing the sun – or waste it sitting at the bar.
And all the friends we shun they ask themselves why we are so numb, can’t they see how we’ve come this far.
Deaf and blind and dumb, you wear the hood to fight tradition – stuck to the pattern with our guitar.
No hot ashes, I know we’ll burn this house to the ground.
Appease the masses so we can find our way into the crowd.
Wipe clean your glasses, suddenly you’re sad to see me now.
Fuck what you stand for – I’m just gonna make myself proud.
Consult the man that stands atop of the kingdom of the trash fire; ask what he has for word of advice
He says kill your idols, burn the man, kill the ones you admire, then you’ll see how you pay the price.
To be yourself is to fight yourself and never tire, face the mirror and again you roll the dice.
We stand alight, in the flames of our own funeral pyre, despite the fact we remain encased in ice.
No hot ashes, I know we’ll burn this house to the ground.
Appease the masses so we can find our way into the crowd.
Wipe clean your glasses, suddenly you’re sad to see me now.
Fuck what you stand for – I’m just gonna tear the house down.
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Face
03:26
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I'm laughing from my face, I'm laughing cause I have no eyes.
You're laughing at my face, you're laughing and I have no eyes.
I'm crying from my face, I'm crying - you're a disgrace.
You're lying to my face, you're lying - get out of this place.
I'm bleeding, I'm pleading, I'm bleeding - give me some space.
you're bleating, excreting, your love is fleeting - get out of my face.
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