1. |
Intro
01:23
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Coming at you like a ton of bricks
The aftermath of a tongue run wild
Try to pull yourself from under the wreckage of your lies
Now our worlds collide and you’re left to deal with the bitter truth
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2. |
Reality Check
01:52
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You're wasting our time
Spitting out words that don't matter much.
So give it up now.
These people you know
They keep piling up.
(Chorus)
Get Lost
Always making claims
Get Lost
What are you trying to prove?
No one here cares
about your made up stories.
At the end of the day
There's really nothing to say.
If you haven't gotten it yet
Then here's a hint
Always making claims
You think you have it
Well it's safe to say
You never did
You never had a thing
You never had it
Never have
Never will
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3. |
Point Blank
00:35
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So stuck in the past
You failed to realize
It’s all moving so fast
You can’t seem to catch up
This world is changing
And your ways just don’t fit in
Get a grip on reality
Or mark my words
You’ll lose your sanity
Your mind is racing
About this world you live in
Change your ways or get to stepping
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4. |
Nothing to Show
01:55
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Ego driven
You make me sick
You’ve gotta one way ticket to no where quick
We’re not impressed
By your childish games
Coasting through life by the skin on your teeth
Keep talking about what you’ve accomplished here
At the end of the day you’ve got nothing to show
Now it’s time for you to go
Keep talking, you’ve got nothing to show
So self destructive
Turning a blind eye to the truth
Forced fed opinions led to anxious decisions
You‘ve got nothing to fear when the system works for you
Ego driven
You make me sick
You’ve got a one way ticket to no where quick
We’re not impressed
By your childish games
At the end of the day you’ve got nothing
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5. |
Too Little Too Late
01:39
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What’s done is done
Too little too late
There’s no turning back from here
It’s always hard to keep your story straight
No excuses, you clearly didn’t mind your choices
Look at you now
Just watch it all slip away
Look at you now
You can’t walk away from this
What’s done is done
Too little too late
There’s no turning back from here
It’s always hard to keep your story straight
No excuses, you clearly didn’t mind your choices
Look at you now
Just watch it all slip away
Look at you now
You can’t walk away from this
You took us all for fools and that was your downfall
You lying hypocrite, we see right through your shit
Look at you now
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6. |
Breaking Through
02:06
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We stand tall
It’s our choice which way we’re heading
These walls are built to fall
These games are done
We are fucking free
We watch and stare
And it's so obvious
That everyday is nothing new
It's unfair.
Our lives aren’t meant for you.
They won't listen to reason
These rules are made to break
Embrace your ways
Don't let them
Don't let them break you
You see us here
To quick to judge
You've failed to see
We're done wasting time on you
Sometimes it feels like all we do is run and hide
But now we're through
Hating on the way we live
Just cause it ain’t the life for you
They won’t listen to reason
These rules are made to break
Embrace tour ways
Don’t let them
Don’t let them break you
We’re breaking through
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Grand Rapids Hardcore
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