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Culture Eaters
02:46
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Recalling places I used to go,
How they have formed me like one of their own
They opened my mind for what i was worth
I just can’t imagine no venues in my youth
We’ll never fall down into grey
You can buy my house but you can’t buy my will
This is what you’ll never get cause i’am not alone in this
We will move on rebuilt what you’ve messed
Just try to look where it goes
Street culture is being sold
Dirty places where we used to hang out
Are getting flushed, all according to law
We’ll never let it go
Recalling places where I used to go
How they have formed me like one of their own
They’ve made us who we are
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Road Runners
03:18
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With the distance behind me and the distance to go
I keep turning pages the outcome’s unknown
My memories growing they show up, they go
Expressions lack meaning, I’am on my own
Remembering the progress
But process just overwhelmed the meaning
Now it covers my whole me
And senses are failing
If I evaluate or try to get the feeling
this is me against me
Expressions lack meaning I’am on my own
I keep turning pages the outcome’s unknown
If I try to get the feeling, it keeps breaking my bones
This is me against me
So now you have me here
In all my hatred in all my love, with no place left to go
I know I’am the one to be ended
But now I’ll look for place to be
My place to be
With distance behind me and the distance to go
I keep turning pages the outcome’s unknown
I know I’am the one to be ended
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Oakland
03:27
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I’ve lost all my patience, all i want is to runaway
Just runaway so far away, so far away from me
You know my intentions maybe more than i do
I’am sorry i keep on rotting out in your eyes
When all the answers all soaked by questions, sometimes i doubt if i’am still capable of change
Day in day out i’am getting blind
Can’t runaway keep rotting out
In the debris of my faults i made my best to get where i’am
Confused and isolated, defenseless irritated
I swore to become different but i’am failing by all out
In the debris of my faults, i’am where i’am
In the debris of my faults, i’am what i’am
With debris of my faults, i’am where i’am
With debris of my faults, i’am where i’am
But I'am failing by all out
I can’t runaway day in, day out i’am getting blind
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4. |
Statement
02:39
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With all my hatred aimed against myself
I know what you think of me
It’s not my plan but at the end you‘re right i’am fucked it’s all i see
I’dont know what went wrong but i’am here to face the facts
Just hit me it’s well deserved
Tested and proven wrong i gotta figure it out find my way home
I promise i’ll never by the same again, no i’ll never be the same
Tested and proven wrong maybe the time has come to face it all
Tested and proven wrong feel’s like all the colors are gone
Well now i feel it’s not allright everything is cold november midnight
I’ve crossed the edge, now i’am getting patched
I don’t know what to do to make i through
If you’ll ever have a chance to drag me out please don’t give up on me
Even though it’s hard, i don’t know what went wrong but i’am here to face it all
Well now i know it’s not allright everything is cold november midnight
I’ve crossed the edge, now i’am getting patched
I don’t know what to do to make i throught
Tested and proven wrong maybe the time has come to face it all
I promise i’ll never by the same again, feel’s like all the colors are gone
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