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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trope
Trope
Performer
David Mathew Thompson
David Mathew Thompson
Electric Guitar
Diana Studenberg
Diana Studenberg
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Mathew Thompson
David Mathew Thompson
Songwriter
Diana Studenberg
Diana Studenberg
Songwriter

Lyrics

You scraped corners For kinks in my armour Does it make you feel good To know that you're not welcome anymore Rocks in my face Oh, how you got me Kicking, screaming, standing still We're finally climbing up the hill Don't make me hate the world like you do Although I'm hurt and bruised You are blind for He sits among us I'm not here to start a war What we all need is something to adore You've allowed them to take over Poison seeping through your veins And now's the time to cleanse them From your brain Don't make me live the past like you do Although I feel it too It don't matter Shapes getting smaller Forgiveness we may all deserve But I'm just gonna focus on the verve Turn your back, self-focus Get what you need Wasted space On all these entitled thieves Dressed like lambs But wolves with teeth Caring for no one Other than themselves I'm no good I just add weights to the shelf Covered in rain And I'm at it again Cycle the blame Till you come to an end Time wasted, years pass me by Fighting to tell you why Voices still linger unheard Screaming to tell me why Craving in gold Seeking control And allowing the vapid To strangle your soul
Writer(s): Diana Studenberg, David Mathew Thompson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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