
Running On Nothing Fucked Up
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[Verse 1]
How could we be so blind to the effects each time?
Why keep on watching when you know the end?
Why make this journey again and again?
We know it's just pain and lies
Let's watch, feign surprise
Afraid to admit that it's all a facade
You wind up alone in spite of what they laud
[Verse 2]
Well I been marchin', so long
I towed that line, so strong
I kept holdin' until it tore me apart
A hand thrust in my chest and ripped out my heart
So, mother, may I please submit
The notion that I no longer believe in this shit?
Lay me on the consummation bed
A fatal blow driven to the maidenhead
[Chorus]
We're runnin on nothin'
But the fumes of our dreams
At another point in my life
That was good enough for me
[Verse 3]
Short plume, fades fast
The petals fall and crash
Well, I believe one could put it best
We spend most of life dealin' with the mess
The saddest joy is that I concede
But the bitter resolution is why I secede
Sick of fallin' from the lowest low
The higher the height, the further you go
How could we be so blind to the effects each time?
Why keep on watching when you know the end?
Why make this journey again and again?
We know it's just pain and lies
Let's watch, feign surprise
Afraid to admit that it's all a facade
You wind up alone in spite of what they laud
[Verse 2]
Well I been marchin', so long
I towed that line, so strong
I kept holdin' until it tore me apart
A hand thrust in my chest and ripped out my heart
So, mother, may I please submit
The notion that I no longer believe in this shit?
Lay me on the consummation bed
A fatal blow driven to the maidenhead
[Chorus]
We're runnin on nothin'
But the fumes of our dreams
At another point in my life
That was good enough for me
[Verse 3]
Short plume, fades fast
The petals fall and crash
Well, I believe one could put it best
We spend most of life dealin' with the mess
The saddest joy is that I concede
But the bitter resolution is why I secede
Sick of fallin' from the lowest low
The higher the height, the further you go
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