You’re too f#cking weak to live a day in my head
And you’re too f#cking scared to realize heaven’s hell
You live your life in a rut, with the blinds drawn shut
With your head in your hands like a shot to the gut
Chasing a chance at the top with a smile and a wave
This city is full of fakers, this city is full of graves
No better than the trash on the tracks
Blank like concrete on the street
I love the hate I hold
Growing up, I learned how to sit and listen
Now I stand up and take aim from my position
Ripped from the dead minds of the majority
And hearing the lies of the civil authority
I’m the f#cking gun shoved into your back
They’re all dead inside with hollow eyes forcing words upon their tongues to disguise
Their miserable f#cking lives
Their miserable f#cking lives
They are all in the stars, but I’m looking at the gutter
They are all in the stars, but I’m looking at the gutter
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