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John Weaver
John Weaver
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Seth Henderson
Seth Henderson
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John Weaver
John Weaver
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Seth Henderson
Seth Henderson
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I tried to be their friend Though they took me for granted I'm counting up the damage Looking at extra baggage I'm wondering if I should give in Or turn into a savage I wonder if the time heals my wounds Then will I truly be happy So many faces looking down on me It's not like they care to see Pathetic weasels waiting for the second I begin to feel weak These nights are getting colder And I can barely sleep Sometimes I find solace Knowing it's not only me Too late to change Yesterday It's not a phase Just want to end the pain Calling me a monster When we both know You're the same Popular to no one But the demons I have seen Calling me by name I'm in the back seat Can't you hear the screams Motherboard Overload System need a reboot Jumping out the mainframe Without a parachute Trying to make a point You think is moot Should I tie a noose I don't want to choose Cuz if I do I have nothing left to lose Fuse with machines Then will be kings So they say Waste away Another cog in the machine An ending to the entropy I can't take This empty dream At the edge No regrets On my way out End of days Watch it fade Circuits break down Can't pretend Till the end Demons In my head Nothings left Save me from the machine If God can't hear me Why am I breathing Energy depleted Searching for a meaning For the symptoms You've been breeding Take a look In the mirror Still unclear Who's upstairs I don't care I'm not the one running From the man in the mirror Mass Psychosis Trying to choke us Losing focus From the Cryo doses Firewall is down About to drown Hit the ground Ex Machina We're not bound Turn that frown Upside down Or they'll drag you through the street By your feet Is this logic sound? Your second guessing Though you turned them in Play the victim for pretend Sold them out Now big brother Re-educates them I guess you can't take back What's under your skin I guess it hurts knowing There won't be a future for any of us kids Fuse with machines Then will be kings So they say Waste away Another cog in the machine An ending to the entropy I can't take This empty dream At the edge No regrets On my way out End of days Watch it fade Circuits break down Can't pretend Till the end Demons In my head Nothings left Save me from the machine At the edge No regrets On my way out End of days Watch it fade Circuits break down Can't pretend Till the end Demons In my head Nothings left Save me from the machine
Writer(s): John Weaver, Seth Henderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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