Lyrics
Little visions stuck in my head, grandure amounts to nothing instead
these little visions of what ive become, do compile and add up the sum
its a waste of time in my so called life, the visions amount to nothiing but I
humble myself to my own complaint and add up the gun to gain most restraint
When they close their eyes, they can see inside
the hollow tube of action, and receive satisfaction
Emotions left behind, they would die to ride
the wave that has lacked, the last spike left to tack
Everyday a new one begins and an old one ends just like that
gravity, the forces that make these things real also make hate
who is to trust and who is to fear, thinking only makes my wounds sear,
with confusion, allusion, ill beat you down and NOW whos abusing?
When they close their eyes, they can see inside
the hollow tube of action, and receive satisfaction
Emotions left behind, they would die to ride
the wave that has lacked, the last spike left to tack
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