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Live the truth...
That's the way to go.
Forget all you hate and all those,
You don't know.
Its death and life,
And fear and strife,
And the endless game of pain.
It's like love and rest,
And fighting for the best.
It's nothing and everything,
All in one.
I don't understand.
I can't comprehend.
The fatal words of the dying dreams.
Living a lie,
Breathing to die,
Amounting to nothing or so it seems.
Here I am.
Here you are.
Reading the verse and knowing my curse
Of feeling too much for the one good thing.
You won't be there.
That much I know.
But it hurts to much for me to show.
So I contain within the thoughts of rage
I have no idea as to where to begin.
Old Billy was right;
I'M STUCK IN MY CAGE.
So where does that leave me?
Where does that leave you?
Are you nothing to me?
Am I nothing to you?
The questions just seem to fill my head
The blood vessels burst.
Here I lie dead.
The bullets in the gun.
Waiting for the fun and the end to begin.
That's my game.
Which one do you play?
Standing in front of the masses,
Preaching on the bloody campaign trail
Of what you claim to be the truth.
You are comprised of empty promises,
And the fallen dreams of many.
Or are you the preacher who awaits damnation
Only wait, arn't you the one to save the nation?
Buy, buy, buy,
Sell, sell, sell.
Only you're awaiting hell.
Its alright, I promise you won't be alone.
That's the way to go.
Forget all you hate and all those,
You don't know.
Its death and life,
And fear and strife,
And the endless game of pain.
It's like love and rest,
And fighting for the best.
It's nothing and everything,
All in one.
I don't understand.
I can't comprehend.
The fatal words of the dying dreams.
Living a lie,
Breathing to die,
Amounting to nothing or so it seems.
Here I am.
Here you are.
Reading the verse and knowing my curse
Of feeling too much for the one good thing.
You won't be there.
That much I know.
But it hurts to much for me to show.
So I contain within the thoughts of rage
I have no idea as to where to begin.
Old Billy was right;
I'M STUCK IN MY CAGE.
So where does that leave me?
Where does that leave you?
Are you nothing to me?
Am I nothing to you?
The questions just seem to fill my head
The blood vessels burst.
Here I lie dead.
The bullets in the gun.
Waiting for the fun and the end to begin.
That's my game.
Which one do you play?
Standing in front of the masses,
Preaching on the bloody campaign trail
Of what you claim to be the truth.
You are comprised of empty promises,
And the fallen dreams of many.
Or are you the preacher who awaits damnation
Only wait, arn't you the one to save the nation?
Buy, buy, buy,
Sell, sell, sell.
Only you're awaiting hell.
Its alright, I promise you won't be alone.