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Refrigerator Death
03:11
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Walked in with a smile, "you'll be out soon enough"
Swapped for a frown now he's counting the months
Served him up lies that he placidly ate
because what can you do when there nothing else on the plate
There's a boy in a fridge, oxygens running out
You can listen close but you Won't hear him shout
Nothing left to give, his time is running out
Singed up to a life that he's starting to doubt.
The bait was laid, now he's locked inside their cage
Stolen his time for minimum wage
Not the kind to argue, the kind to accept
If you're looking for a fight don't hold your breath
Refrigerator death, he can't catch his breath
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Gone to Waste
03:26
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Take a nap, lose a weekend
Texts build up from your fake friends
Never answer the phone
Soon they'll get the hint you want to be alone
You're never hungry so skip a meal
It's been a week but that's no big deal
Listen to that stomach moan
You're wasting away there's only skin and bone
All that work that you put in
Has it gone to waste?
5 years of self-improvement
And in a blink its erased
That head is swimming with exit thoughts
What's the harm if you end it all?
Razor blade meets skin again
It’s like catching up with an old friend
Everyone is out having a good time
could tag along but you won't, no surprise
What will they say behind your back
Talking shits taken as a fact
All that work that you put in
Has it gone to waste?
Some people are never happy
At least I got a taste
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I was kept on the side-lines
I thought it’s what I deserved
If there's something you want you got to go and get it
But I had lost my nerve
I used to think that was toxic
Not something that I did
But everyone around me seems to get away with it
And no one bats a damn eyelid
I'm gonna get what I want
Gonna get what I need
The only one standing in the way is me
I'm gonna get what I want
Gonna get what I need
And to hell with anyone who disagrees
I'm gonna get what want
Want to be taken seriously
Wish you could see my spine
But it's like my whole life has been a setup
And this is the punchline
I guess I've made my own bed
What was I thinking off
You're a funny little fuck up and everyone will like you
But no one could bring themselves love
I'm gonna get what I want
Gonna get what I need
Start looking out for no one but me
I'm gonna get what I want
Gonna get what I need
Stop acting so fucking placidly
I'm gonna get what want
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White Wash
03:56
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The first few angry cracks of sky blue pierce your mind
Working their way from beneath the blinds
And with that a new day is here
To wash away the past few years
Wadding the river where the clothes are strewn
So much harder with a head that's been split in two
Somebody's heart is gonna feel the same
Oh you love your wicked games
White wash, cracks peeling off
There no time to wait
You're an artist using leaded paint
In your next fresco there will be a saint
White wash cracks peeling off
There's no time to waste
No integrity, there is only disgrace
But you can cover it up with a happy face
Well done now that's the spirit
Looks like you got away with it
No recourse and no remorse
It's looking pretty par for the course
Another lie, another day
Another night, another lay
What will they say when you return
How many bridges do you have left to burn?
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