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Long Enough
01:59
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Watered down, bubble gum, temporary gain
Will there ever be a day when I finally feel ok
Marching toward a goal so monotonous and plain
The Everyman, a beggar's hand, a head without a brain
Am I doomed to live out the rest of my days
Fumbling and falling, choked out from the haze
Maybe one day I'll just pack up and leave
I might not feel at home but at least I'll be free
Will the end justify the means?
Will the planets align?
I'm just another sad example
A purpose I can't find
We've been here long enough and seen too much to hope for anything different
The whole world's waking up but I'm still drunk
And I fucked up when I tried my luck
My tired, blurry eyes have already given up
But now I feel nothing, so I think I've had enough
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Contrition
02:31
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There's something heavy I can smell in the air
I guess it's sort of like regret in that it follows me everywhere
And in between your warped ideas of me
Lies a sliver of truth, as ugly as can be
Good god, what a fucking disaster
I'm forced to part ways with everything I was after
Biting off more than I can chew because I can't have my cake, and fucking eat it too
Maybe it's time I just erased you
Erased you
I'm getting sick of always giving up and I'm in need of a pick me up
I want to save me from me, I want to smash my TV
I want to get so fucked up that I forgot how to speak
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord will kill my dreams
If I should die before I wake
My filthy fucking soul is mine to break
Sing me to sleep.
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Deathdealer. Boston, Massachusetts
We are two best friends playing basement-punk in Boston.
Dave V: bass and vocals.
Dalton P: Drums and vocals.
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