| I believe we have a problem here
because i feel just like i've been ripped off
i never went to stand in line for tickets for admission
i didn't know i had to pay a fee
to attend the only place that I can go
while you tax heavily my sanity
and try to blind me to reality and bend me to your way
kill me and throw me away
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| take me with you where you're going
I wait upon my ceiling where the furniture's below
I am looking down at you from beneath a half empty gaze
Buried I lay and rest beneath the soil in your sky
Up in the clouds I hang on to fall off
I live to die
yeah
I live to die
you know I want more
yeah
and more is so much
less
than
this
or that or that you feed us
as we stand in a line
single filed down to the edges of sanity
nothing can save us now
idiotland is unconscious
and primed and numbed for the end of humanity.
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| $40+ for a Kid Dynamite record on E-bay? What the fuck is wrong with you people? It was worth the $5 I paid for it in 1999...but now? Oh yeah...they made "Hardcore" so "cool" again for the kids who never knew. Cut me some slack, Jack! Life is such a scam! I don't care if I have to slander the band that was my favorite in high school just to make that point! Ten years from now, 16 year olds will believe that Sublime invented reggae and all the other styles they replicated. We're Only Gonna Die... is not a freakin' Sublime song 'y idiot! It's a sad world, music is dead, and your band is completely un-original! |
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| no more of this
im tired of waiting
guessing
the whole time
it's just more of the same
stringing me along
time goes on
as im slipping away
when did I start?
where will I end?
I became and I could go
at anytime
no time is any better than any other
it will always be now when it happens
I will always be the one it happens to
as long as I am alive.
Wherever I go there I am. |
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| lurking inside this empty shell
I peer out through the dungeon
where I hang inside my mind
its a wax museum
sterile frozen moments
that will never be again
brochures of places I cant go
pile high amongst the mannequins
the corpses I see daily
embalmed in living hell
this life is death
death is life
nothing happens there either |
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