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So how did you come so far without accumulating scars, there's not a scratch on you.
Choose your words carefully, for your enemies have selective memory.
So now decency, it ain't worth shit 'cos if you're not selling sex you ain't writing hits.
This disease controls the airwaves, it's filling my lungs in a world where songs are written to be sold, not sung.

So cut the shit.
Integrity still lives.
x2

A stab in the back never looked so familiar.
The time has kept track of me for days on end.
It seems as if my plans have made plans of their own.
I watched them burn at the stake, at the foot of their own demise.

I'll be here waiting for my friends, even the best of them,
Will fade away.
You must have slipped through the cracks.

Bruised, broken, bitter and spent
In notoriety I am reconciled and renewed I repent
It was never so much to escape regret
There's just some things that I would rather forget.

We won't give up on each other,
Hold on just a little bit longer

Hunger grows,
Through the town as food is craved...
Hunger grows,
Through the town as food is craved like a drug.

The little food the people have is worth more than gold. (Oh)
Days go by as the villagers resources are reduced to nothing. (To nothing, yeah)
The people can only sit back and watch as they are consumed,

I let her sink, she'd hate to wake,
I ripped her lips off of her face
And store them now, with her guts in a jar.
I can't take, I hate the way,
That blood runs in your fuckin veins.
Don't mess with this, bitch,
Your fucking blood will fill an empty vial, with your guts.
Yeah bitch.

'Cos it's once, twice and three times now we've come apart like cigarette ash on the ground, I drown out all insecurity residing in me. The person that I thought I'd be would handle so differently. My reflection is hard enough to see without laugh lines and liver spots staring back at me.

Growing older ain't for me. So let's make tonight all it can be.

I lift the bottle to my face, take me away from this horrible place. We're getting out, yeah we're leaving today, come on get up, we're making our own way.

Four, five and six on the way, so how are we to live if we hardly get paid? And how are we to know when to call quits, when all we've ever known is suck it up and persist?