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Brawl
02:57
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Know your place.
Face the facts.
this is no place to raise a cynic
this is no place to be raised
this may be the town where we grew up
but its no place, no place to call a home
this is no place to raise a cynic
this is no place to be raised
follow the scent back to the start
where they savage and maim their prey
still your snake tongue
this is, no place for you
such gifts seldom come without their price
be the better man and swallow your pride
with the bottle as my bible, i'll keep my faith where its due
our words will fall on deaf ears, I'll find an audience in you
with the bottle as my bible, there's no telling what we'll do
fists clenched and teeth bared, in the end we will pull through
just keep those
FISTS CLENCHED
and an empty head
Lets set things straight
We've never asked for this
i am plagued by this mindless conflict
i've grown blind by this sensless thirst
i hope you're proud of what ive become
i won't stand responsible for this
we are the malice, you were never capable of
we are the horsemen, we'll stick it through till the end
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Means To An End
03:21
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Hey!
What give you right to question where I stand
Who I answer to or if I'd ever bite the hand
That feeds, you unholy beggars
That steals and devices and leaves empty Inside
Inside, Inside, we're all longing for more inside
Inside, Inside, we're all longing for
I'm a means to an end, a metaphor of death
(a bitter pill to swallow)
I'm a means to an end, an idiom itself
(a bitter pill to swallow)
March to the rhythm of your heartbeat's collapse
We're strung up by our morals and our longing sense of greed
March to the rhythm of the death that's approaching
God knows if i can muster up the courage that i need
Honour is all we'll sacrifice
When living by the skin of our teeth
Now i speak for every single one of us
When i say
It's whats inside that determines the outcome
It's whats inside that defines the man you grow up to be
Its whats inside
whats inside, whats inside
Save me from hate that is spread
And believe me, its all in your head
We've left our souls with the ones we've lost
I am a means to an end
All in a metaphor of death
In the idioms of greed; the solution you need
We're gracefully biting that bullet indeed
The idioms of greed; Salvation for me
I look to the sky to save me from myself
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