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Sentenced to this lifelong sequence of watching your back A second guess Sink into the feeding of essence to the vultures of another yesterday Save us from indolence, save us from this fate A black cat tradition damned to the genetics of our parents' ways Half dead, on your way out Sent back to these days of heresy Look at these things that they've tried to do to me Every supple opinion counts Roll her over when you're done Son, don't let them see when you reach for the gun Turning backs on father time A problem with consistent faith Never to count for your prayers Attributed to these backward ways A desire that has lost the edge The solution to the end of our kind Painted into that corner of the mind Smoking gun theory put to the test Prophecies that will seal this final guess The only battle faced is accepting fate Nevertheless a final trait Only hoping to have been on the winning end of the wishbone again Disgruntled attitudes adored Affliction of the victim clause Never listen to your own advice Back to those days of negligence Time to clear the shame from your face and call it a day Wipe the blame from your lips and crawl back to your demeaning ways An adult crusade against the ways they acted when they were young Feeling sore from this lack of respect As your soul is waged for a final bet Will you take that plaque from earlier goals that you have achieved And place it on the dashboard of that wrecked high school dream? Empty-handed in the peak of deception Hating the exact things we do ourselves Cited for these words of the last regard The depraved have let their ideas out again. |
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