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Written and Recorded by Endeavors
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When everything you see is nothing you believe
FUCK/FUCK/FUCK/FUCK
Think I've gone and lost my self
Rotting teeth, a dirty head for weeks
There is no reason for any of this
Delusions, day dreams
Think its called a lack of sleep
Can someone please pick my head up off the pavement
It's been two weeks and you haven't missed a payment
"You don't have a second chance we're already packing your shit
I think we've had enough of this
So let the smoke thin"
CAN NO LONGER FAKE THE PUNK TIME IS RUNNING UP SO GET FUCKED, MOVE ON
I think we've had it up to here, take another hit
Another shot at myself, every bone is chipped
This sucks
You could say that I'm down, that I'm worn out
If I keep in the circles I'll eventually burn it down
Guess you could say that I'm down, that I'm worn out
I keep in these circles, I fucking went and burnt it down
Coughing out, let the coffins fall into the clouds
Nothings been the same since the cult sleeps, I wanted out.
I fucking hate this town, let me burn it down
Down to the ground, who the fucks gonna want me now?
uncomfortable is and understatement, I fucking hate this skin that I'm sleeping in
I never leave my head, Just let if fuck me stupid....
I'm better off lucid in my own bed losing my shit
The song is ending, leaves me heartless and empty
The end of and era of a world out to get me
The phone rings I'm too fucked to care
Leave yr interpretations at the end of the stairs
I'll just keep writing the same goddamn song
till its all said and done and i'm dead on yr front lawn
What have we done, whos left to clean up the mess
THE CULT IS FUCKING DEAD IT TOOK TWO TO THE HEAD
YR SHIT OUT OF LUCK
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released May 21, 2014
Recorded by Ben Poppy and Endeavors
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