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fredag 29 april 2011

Verse


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Verse - Scream

Tired and beaten.
Voice withering away to nothing.
I'm walking in the footsteps made by those
who have been defeated.
I've watched men and women made of steel get burned up
as easily as dry leaves and left depleted.
All of my heroes have been ruined or written out of history.
I could be destined to fade away like so many before me
But as long as my heart keeps beating.
I still can't stop screaming.
Silence.
Is Violence.
I'm Bending.
I'm Breaking.
I'm Broken.
I'm still Alive.


Verse - Hard to Breathe

I've spent my life questioning everything
Sometimes what is placed right in front of us
I find so hard to believe
It can crush us so hard
that it becomes difficult to breathe

"Give it some time" is just not enough
I've gotta dig deeper than that
to find some comfort

We sit and pretend
that we're content
but I feel we've covered up
our rage that keeps us driven
Searching for something more

Living in a cold world
but it doesn't have to be that way
We're keeping ourselves down
We don't bite the oppressive hand
that's feeding us all lies
and Yes denial feels so good
but we are marching ourselves
to an untimely grave
simply by our actions

We have become
our own worst enemies
and I feel we've covered up our rage
that keeps us driven
Searching for something more

The hand that feeds
is the hand that's keeping you down



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