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Conner Christensen
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Grey Eric Sorenson
Grey Eric Sorenson
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Austin Blaine Heath
Austin Blaine Heath
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Michael Paul Mervine
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Tyler Baker Craig
Tyler Baker Craig
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Conner Christensen
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Austin Blaine Heath
Austin Blaine Heath
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Clayton Blue
Clayton Blue
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In your place of worship find Your self just a little worse off The air is stagnant and smells of hope That the ceiling fan stirs the human soup And it tastes like the worshiper's fate And it feels like the worshiper's breath On the back of your neck like the reaper Who whispers the grim part is death tastes much sweeter Sweeter Sweeter It's the taste of fear Not fit to beast while the bodies wait Not meant to rest til the rest are sure Passed out the past was a better tense Back then, clear back when your back was Turned to the beast while your body waits Turns out the rest were just taking turns Right now feels just like it did and it's Not fair It's not fair But nothing is And the pills that you took worked great Now the pill that you take tastes fine But there's something about the way It gets stuck in your throat that reminds you of why And it feels like a real pill would But it tastes like a sugar pill might In the back of your mind do you know If this is real life Are you the placebo Please just let there be light already Light Already right here And so it was Please don't let it get dark already Dark Already dark Ness wasn't it Sweeter, Sweeter Ask yourself why you're by yourself and its sweeter Not fit to beast while the bodies wait Not meant to rest til the rest are sure Passed out the past was a better tense Back then, clear back when your back was Turned to the beast while your body waits Turns out the rest were just taking turns Right now feels just like it did and it's Not fair It's not fair But nothing is Wait Home is just a place. doors open Wait You don't have to go You don't have to Wait Home is just a place the hard is Wait Make yourself at home but don't make me Take what you want from me Take what you think you need Home was just a door that you closed You don't have to go but you can't stay here Too hard to stick to the rules Can't be alone and you won't go away If this is wrong just do it Appreciate the while it was If this is right we'll knew it If this was good we'll wish we would Felt like the best part was being empty Felt like it meant nothing at all Right now feels just like it did But it's Fair enough fair enough Is it Not fit to beast while the bodies wait Not meant to rest til the rest are sure Passed out the past was a better tense Back then, clear back when your back was Turned to the beast while your body waits Turns out the rest were just taking turns Right now feels just like it did and it's Not fair It's not fair But nothing is
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