Tied down to the things we can't let go of
Realized too many dreams we can't recover
We lied down in our sleep and began to
choke
We lied down in a dream and we never
woke
Life doesn't have any meaning
everything is a joke
Then eating out of
your hands would never anything to show
We
tried to get off clean but we would never
grow
Prison can't be worse than living with
the pain of no
Murder, murder,
murder, murder
We fight about the
things we never even had control of
In and
out of thoughts so many different people
bought
Self-serving ramblings in your
favorite journal
Won't bring you peace
until you learn to read yourself
Murder, murder, murder, murder
La
la la la la la la.....
Bow down to
the things that you let go of
Eating out of
thought seems to never have anything to show
Even if it hurts with love you couldn't leave
it slower
Slipping from your cause your
waiting for your dream to come
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