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Marathon (demo)
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Marathon
Pictures on the wall
But I always make them fall
Take a look around
When there's no one left to call
Standing outside
With the lens open wide
Asking a god
If I'm ever gonna die
Asking a god
If I'm ever gonna die
There's seven ways left til Sunday
Another Marathon Monday
The streets are silent with pain
I'm standing still at the station
Another slave to a nation
I just want to feel safe
It's hard waking up
When your mother's given up
Faking everyday
Just to feel like a slut
It takes time to heal
But will I have the strength
To the sacred ground
Put the money in the bank
To the sacred ground
Put the money in the bank
There's nothing left to do
And there's nothing left to say
I'd give it all
Just to have another day
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This Ain't a Scene (It's a Cesspool)
What you see, what you see
What you see is what you get
Disagree, disagree
Disagree with what you get
I don't know
I don't know where I'm going
Try to get by
Try to stay alive
Try to get to high
Try to stay alive
Try to stay alive
You're running for your life
All the choices we make
Are only bridges to break
You think you can relate
It's all just slipping away
Everything, everything
Everything was all a lie
The party's done
So kiss your dreams goodbye
I don't know
I don't know where I'm going
Try to get by
Try to stay alive
Try to get by
Try to stay alive
Try to stay alive
You're running for your life
Sit around and fuck around
And sit around all night
Sit around and fuck around
And all we do is fight
Sit around and fuck around
And sit around all night
Sit around and fuck around
And sit around
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REDBULLSANDRICECAKES
I can't keep waking up to mistakes I've made before
Bad decisions once again
The whiskey breath and dirty sex are fun
But I'm just looking for release
The world just seems to stop when you think you've found the one
Oh, some things they never change
You wake up staring down the barrel of a gun
Planning your great escape
So take a picture cause it's never gonna last
Hell, even pictures fade away
If there's a monster deep in every one of us
Then, it's just dying to escape
I dream to wake up in a world where I am loved
In the arms of someone pure
But I still don't, I just get high here by myself
Can't take this bullshit anymore
The world just seems to stop when you think you've found the one
Oh, some things they never change
You wake up staring down the barrel of a gun
Planning your great escape
Planning your great escape
I think I'll just walk away
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