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Midnight Vultures
02:33
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Lost
Distraught
Avoid at all costs
A bleak confrontation
That should be forgot
It takes some guts
To admit defeat
It's such a shame
You're fucking eulogy will be
A bleak memory
Of one September week
We're born down on our luck
Without giving a fuck
We're selfish and depraved
When the bloods red and pouring from your fingertips
In the night sky can you get enough of this
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Maverick
00:25
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I've just got one question
It's buried in my brain
It's buried underneath the molded puss and mounds of shame
You reached in through my heart
I made it such a game
Now I sit here all alone
And wonder why now once again that
I can't watch you sleep
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Ghosted
01:43
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I've always been told
Do unto others
As you would like done to yourself
But between
The knife and the flesh
In between there is heaven and hell
We're cut from the same cloth
We bled from the same skin
I've been ghosted
We've been ghosted
Your future
Is bleak
Your character
Is weak
We're cut from the same cloth
We bled from the same skin
I've been ghosted
We've been ghosted
Greg:
Masking your eyes as you look in the sky
I'm nowhere to be found
I'm outside in the bushes
Jacking off looking at you tonight
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Sell Yourself
02:20
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I'm trying not to be a bitter man
But I can't seem to comprehend
Your blatant lack of appreciation
I deserve every fucking stone
And every god damn leave me alone
That's been thrown in my direction
The film has been revised
The roles have been reversed
You curse, your curse
It can only get so much fucking worse
I'm trying to walk that fine line
Between the sick and the divine
Between a saint and a fucking bother
We all have choices
Some of us more than the other
We all hear voices
Telling us to kill each other
The film has been revised
The roles have been reversed
You curse, your curse
It can only get so much fucking worse
So sell yourself
Or run like hell
We're only in this
We're only in this for ourselves
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Done More On Less
02:22
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I've done more on less
As you can see by the scars on my chest
As you can see by the holes in my vest
I've lost all attraction
It was ripped out with no voice or reaction to pain
With the lights out, with the lights out
We're none the wiser, we're all just liars
In the darkness, will nothing spark this
You're just heartless, regardless
I'm a cyst
On the back of society
My fists
Are filled with the anger of a million
Misspent kids
God's wish
Is just a fairy tale and urban legend, a myth
And I'm sick of your ignorance
But I guess Ignorance is bliss
We can't be sold
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