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1. Growing Pains

I've been sick and silenced forgot I had a heart at all I know I know I should have known But it's hard to remember when life is such a short time But it's hard to remember when time is a long time And I was told that I would never die or grow old Or at least that was what they sold me Weeds are growing in my playground, haven't been there for a long time and if we are born to fail then just slit your throat life has to be more than this, at least I hope for more and if we are born to fail what's the point of living at all? weeds are growing in my playground, haven't been there for a long time and if we are born to fail then just slit your throat and it's hard to remember when life is such a long time and a long long long time it went exactaly as I planned and a long long long time it went exactaly as I planned and a long long time ago it went exactaly as I planned back then we had no plans, we had no worries we had no home, nor a resting place they say you can't be a kid forever and ever but I beg to differ, but I beg to differ why would I ever trade my skateboard for your working life? for you working knife stealing every tace of life we once slept under upen skies, told stories in the wind our sleeping bags are now just a vast memory

2. Reward

How much are you willing to take how much are you willing to give up? as long as there is a reward where do you draw the line? torn all up, I don't care as long as I get what I hold dear nothing in this world is real these feeling that I've got Are they real? if we could break this whole world open if we could free ourselves from it all would you be willing to losse it all? lets pick up up that stone and make it fall we are safe as the barricades burn we are safe - do we want to be safe? there is a fucking ware on am I fighting at all? ouyr lives at stake, do I care? do I fucking care? what am I waiting for? You've had yours -what will be my reward

3. Sold Time, Souls Bought

day after day after days in year after year after years of lacking sleep, getting up, straight in line a severed life not in pain, not in anguish in nothingness, mediocrity they cut off our limbs and we sold them our souls these are not days of joy hour after hour watching the clokc ticking our lives away week after week, month after month listening to the beat from an unseen drum taking commands from a silent hum no beating, no abuse, it's still torture these are not days of joy did you have a plesant day today?

4. The Cave

the sweet fragrance of sweat that perfume couldn't cover up speaks to me in a language of its own but we don't sleep in beds of stone your rationality is nothing in the cave this time science lost to mythology there are ancient secrets painted on walls that we will never know but what use is it to write of things long lost? there are ancient secrets painted on the walls of the caves that we once slept in the sweet fragrance of sweat that perfume couldn't cover up speaks to me in a language of it's own one day all this will be over we'll fly like dragons in the wind and sleep by the fire in the cave if we can find our way there

5. Rope Or Gillotine Pt.1

(what suits you best? would you prefer at bullet in the gut or a knife in the chest?) save your sould or go down with it or losose your sanity to pseudo-choice I will lay down in the shadows to save my skin form the sun swollen, red boiling into cancer but I crave the light every day I am asked to choose between rope and gillotine Take you heart out from your chest before its grabbed in violence what you can decide is not pain or no pain simply what pain to have

6. Rope Or Gillotine Pt.2

(pseudo-choice leaves us only...) Come life, come death This is doom

7. Tiny Bits Of Heart

(hobbies mistaken passion; to understand art, you must first become and artist) can it suffice? always keeping the door half open always sleeping with one eye open halway open is halfway shut lock that door or break it through! we are kept so unchallenged in emptry spaces and wasted time in pre-set actions, pre-set activity how could this ever suffice? is this all the nerve we have got? the opportunities we never saw waited to be explored right before our eyes dream sturned into regret from a youth that you've tried to forget we walk on with sore feet breath still with dry lungs take me through you heart when it has been broken snap out of your sleep you'd better run now it's haunting your life your unfulfilled dreams is this all the nerve we have got? I wish I knew a place a beautiful as you and if I took you there maybe you would see the difference between and aeroplane and a star where there is a heart, there is room for passion have you felt your heart beating lately?

8. Sleepwalking

I have been walking in my sleep and only now I am beggining to wake up I used to have nightmares Now I know they are for real Sweat, confused, disoriented, lost Like a cloaustrophobic in a cage and I want to get the fuck out These problems we have got a very much for real Is a fight to live less noble than a fight to survive? These scraps we are served only increses the ever present hunger for something more, something more than crumbs for a sickening table Oh mind troubled oh heart flat and punctured Only frustrations are flowing in these veins There is no food, there is no refuge Still we marvel at our own madness in the gaze of a world that we created but still cannot recognize as our own ugly as it is to us now an image of harmony at the centere of misery freedom lost to slavery I used to have nightmares now I know they are for real Try to take one step over the edge and see where you fall you'll see they look down on you you'll see they throw stones at you and spit These problems we have got a very much for real Is a fight to live less noble than a fight to survive? These scraps we are served only increses the ever present hunger for something more, something more than crumbs for a sickening table

9. Mourning

As we continue to drive on to pile on and pile on there are miles of wasteland behind us and we are going around one day its going to catch up a machine with no breaks on green grass will be long gone a few angry screams can't be heard, can't hear a word through the noise louder and louder and luder as the grass no longer makes it through we keep piling on iron teeth sink into soil and the clouds are now black smoke are you content with the world? as you choke some have been crying for centuries while others collected the salt some just shrug their sholders and pave the earth with asphalt the end of this road is soon to come no saviour or a chosen one all leaves are turning brown but this is not autumn, this is fall when you family is burning when your world is turning don't look at me I told you so