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Fiends
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Anthony Aneil Brach
Anthony Aneil Brach
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Connor Woodland
Connor Woodland
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah yeah, push back into yesterday's emotion Down here yeah my lungs they won't function Stress and anxiety get the best of me Their graffiti sky holds the dreams you see Plastered in grey and white till im feeling numb yeah Medicate me till they say im done yeah Mentally mangled mess am I? I don't care Claim im a freak and ill smile and stare Cus I know that im alone This place down here yeah has shown Me how to live by myself Cus above this its fucking hell Cus everyone here is just fucked in the head yeah I feel like no one understands what im saying Fuck this, fuck that, almost hate everyone I don't need another fake friend to tell me How I live my life in the negative they don't understand If I could change myself in a snap then I would But you wanna cut me, gut me I feel like im fucking Ethan winters always just Piecing my body back together on the daily Until im made of stitches and hate is all that makes me Its like frostbite is leeching off my limbs Till emotion is gone and im living in the songs Cus every day passes with a snap of my fingers Why won't time wait up for me I need to catch my breath I guess I knew this was the curse of Staying in my room and not coming out a lot I got a few friends that mean a lot to me Yeah slothboi always guards my back from the fiends These fake fucks want to take every fucking thing And leave you rotting alone Sure, I'm fucking lame Call me loser, bum, its all the same I'm an addict, dickhead, hard to tame But least I'm fucking honest aye Boi I know my mind decay And sometimes I get manic, gray The anxiety got me tripping late But know I never fake a day I don't give a fuck watchu think boy Sloth in his own lane, doing his own thing White wine sipping so I can't afford a gold chain Know I got problem finna say that no shame Sure you got some money, maybe fame, still lame Boy, you ain't really know what the fuck I mean When I say that money is the root of pain We are sheep in someone's game Know I ain't afraid To be alone Cuz I trained for days In bed tried to break the chains So I set alarms, that I couldn't make So I wake up next day, same shit When the fuck can I manage to make it Like fuck this lame simulation When the fuck can I wake from the matrix Stigmas take fucking lives Man they create some divides The rich and poor aint the line The drugs don't care if you alive Everyday feel the same I need to break all these chains I feel like I'm just a slave I hope this ain't my fucking fate Let's not fucking stay In a shitty game We can shape our fates I know you can be great We can fucking show That normal is a joke Let it fucking rage Break the fucking chain
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