lyrics
I'd rather kill myself, than listen to another one of those
god awful songs you make, singing 'bout how many cars you own
Everybody's got to have a past, people will adore me cause I'm fucked like them
I can't be the only one who laughs, when I see the lifestyle that we're sold, we're sold, ....
We're sold out, money scouts, turns out they were right about
so many things that we brought on ourselves, we're lined up for our slaughterhouse
not that much left we can doubt, god's out for the weekend now
I know, it's hard to believe but I'm trying to sound
True to a majority, truth can be so hard to see
let it fill your lungs and slowly infiltrate your arteries
slowly build up for release, watch how people suddenly cease to yell
and pay attention, to what you have to say
I still have a voice to chime
nobody can take that from me
will it be heard this time? (X2)
It's tough, but we're young, and we're fighting for it
and I know, that everywhere we go we feel ashamed
but we can't lose if we don't play the game
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credits
from
Easily EP,
track released October 1, 2012
Grabado y mezclado en los estudios Dopplermedia (Alcobendas, Madrid) en Febrero de 2012.
Mezclado por Luis Alberto Caballero.
Producido por Maybe Nots y Luis Alberto Caballero.
Masterizado por Richard Dowling en Wav Mastering (Limerick, Irlanda).
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