Day after day counting the needles pierced through my eyes I sit in the back seat wondering why your gluttony has got the best of you supported, mobilized, yet strung up on tubes
The young always lose
Control, Throw desire away
Control, Aggression will stay
Control, your feelings are pressed living the life of less
Always the same
Day after day I sit in the back seat wondering why the standards I set I fail inside It’s only casual abuse, abuse
Strung up on tubes
Running to lose
Running to lose
Always apart, one and the same
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