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well yeah baby i think your about as free as your ever gonna be, and it hurts but i think im just gonna let you be. cause one of us is probably full of shit, and i think its probably me. cause all i believe in is anarchy. and until then its a never ending war....
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yeah playing punk rock, it keeps me sane. from an overdosed life of drugs, to numb the pain. sometimes it makes me wish i was dead, yeah cause america ruined me, i was screaming out. thought no one was listening cause somethings always bringing me down, but i was wrong again cause theres at least a hundred of you now. so if you fuckers are listening ima keep spitting these bars cause im dying within.... something so helpless. white privilege is a curse, its a privilege and a curse..if your thinking its over another fucker row show theres a fucking border with a checkpoint to get back home that ive crossed a thousand times before still sometimes i never know, show me a prison thats not my home. cause as usual every one is, and without institution theres no defiance. and that there is the flaw
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braindead stew
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just a matter of time
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seems like i end up in the same damn places in every fucking town. somewhere by the train tracks stations and shelters i make my rounds, and within a matter of time im squatting it out at another trap with the sketchiest fucking people, anyones never met. yeah i dont know why im doing, doing the things that i do. seeing people shoot and missing three or four times in the neck yeah it literally makes me puke so i dont know why im doing the things yeah doing the things that i do. like running from the law knowing my day could come any year, probably today maybe tomorrow and i tell you that i dont care, and within a matter of time im miserable back in a cell...but i think im miserable everywhere. i dont know its like ive lost the will to feel
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roll the dice
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the more you live the more your bound to figure out, the more you wonder why the more you get lost in the clouds. so much angst and pain and fucking misery oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why is life this way? just roll the dice no one knows where there gonna land, lifes a gamble in a game thats hard to fucking understand, just roll the dice no one knows where their gonna land. lifes an experiment motherfucker we all end up back in the sand, we all end up back in the sand, we all end up back in the sand. the more you do the more you look back and laugh, the more you learn the less you have to regret. yes the day will come when youll finally be okay, its the day you decide to let go of everything
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anarch-oi!
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i get so paranoid i think im being hacked, but reality is my charmed lifes been pretty blessed. but mother natures a bitch and father times a piece of shit so at the end of the day i guess it is just what it is. oi oi oi x3
dropped outta the working class fuck property and tax. theft comes with responsibility and id rather be smoking dabs, so im eating out of the trash and asking truckers for shower passes and gas and im never ever ever ever ever coming back....until the day the cia gets hacked. oi oi oi x4
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wont cha please just make me feel the hypocrisy of dirt i dont even know you yet and im already hurt. the truth is oh my darling you know me for i am you oh the truth is oh my darling im afraid of how i feel. you see me for half of what i am living in a fantasy. choosing music over love cause id rather choose my fucking sanity. but im slipping farther away from it with every single thing that you say. with every sunken heartache, with every last touche, with every last touche.....cause im a walking contradiction, addicted to an illegal prescription free from guilt and able to hate i am love. im a walking contradiction addicted to an illegal prescription free from guilt and able to hate i am love.
thought i found my freedom i thought i was close to peace, now i remember the ecstasy and pain of a womans touch, my heroin. im dopesick im in love and im afraid of giving words, misguided by best intentions. but my mind doesnt speak english as you do. and everytime im misunderstood i dig a hole of pain and greed and by the time i understand myself youll have moved on to less tainted things, less tainted things, less tainted things. than me..
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schizophrenia what a sin
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talking to myself sitting on the street corner, talking to the street, talking to the street corner singing to myself, singing on the street corner, singing to the street, singing to the street corner. you just dont understand. as you roll your eyes and drive by. im crazy cause i think your right as i cry hysterical, i might as well believe in delusions that i cant even understand. why the fuck do you think i believe in fucking anarchy. i feel like i might as well just not give a damn cause here im fucking talking to myself sitting on the street corner, im talking to the street talking to me myself and the street corner, well ill be singing to myself on the side of the street corner, making yourself cry and you cant know cause whats sobriety or fucking hi. anxiety that can fuck your mind. i just dont understand when you drive by and roll your eyes and i know you dont give a damn. schizophrenia what a sin, might as well believe in delusion. i cant even understand, feel like i might as well not give a damn. i might as well not give a damn. whatever i am, im in hell
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when your numb to the booze and numb to all the strains of misery and apathy and cannabis and monotony and love and hate and living on the road just trying to get to another show. and your not really sure the worlds cracked up for all that they said its worth but theres still nothing i wouldnt do for that pot of copper at the end of a rainbow. when its all been said and done them freight trains will keep coming round for what they're hauling. and when all you really know is fear and fucking doubt. dont let your mind have control over the matter, and give it clout. cause its damn ok to be lost in the clouds if its fucked to think you may never even leave your fucking house, so when your sitting all alone at night with or without someone beside you and the thoughts always fuck my life. dont try and feel like your happy or sad, the truth is tired comrade you follow all the maps, and were not there yet
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id rather live in a spraypainted ditch than in a prison cell, and id rather live in a spraypainted ditch than an apartment build-and id rather live in a ditch with no spraypaint at all over that condo cause its gentrified and full of fucking shit and all i need is a beach and a song yo. but when your hiding from yourself, and the government. paranoia plays tricks on your minds, til all you want is an endless bag of grass and no address and no handcuffs and no more time. but it never is warm outside in the night time, unless your in tucson and warm still dont mean 110 damn degrees. and theres nowhere in the northwest that isnt always raining every day on me so i think its time for a mecca east
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its just the same old thing so here we go again, one of us is running away the others wondering. my minds always fucking adrift and fucking circling it seems like nothing matters in the fucking end. break a fucking string every fucking weekend and watch life just turn to shit
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