
Straight Up The Amity Affliction
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[Intro]
Straight up!
[Verse: Joel Birch & Ahren Stringer]
(Just take a look around) Look what you're leaving behind
(Get rid of the glare fused, with lightning strikes)
It burns me alive
Fold your arms, like sedatives, and bleed it out
Not with your suicide, but with a dream
We'll all sing!
We'll all hail the end!
[Chorus: Ahren Stringer & Joel Birch]
High hopes will burn that rope and bend the blade
(Just remember!)
That broken chairs aren't vessels for escape
They're just reminders of what we waste
And all this talk of dying (Take, take a look around!)
[Bridge: Choir & Joel Birch]
We all feel, like dying, sometimes!
But the, courage, to go on, to keep living!
Is the more admirable, choice!
[Chorus: Ahren Stringer & Joel Birch]
High hopes will burn that rope and bend the blade
(Just remember!)
That broken chairs aren't vessels for escape
They're just reminders of what we waste
And all this talk of dying, is.. just getting old...
Straight up!
[Verse: Joel Birch & Ahren Stringer]
(Just take a look around) Look what you're leaving behind
(Get rid of the glare fused, with lightning strikes)
It burns me alive
Fold your arms, like sedatives, and bleed it out
Not with your suicide, but with a dream
We'll all sing!
We'll all hail the end!
[Chorus: Ahren Stringer & Joel Birch]
High hopes will burn that rope and bend the blade
(Just remember!)
That broken chairs aren't vessels for escape
They're just reminders of what we waste
And all this talk of dying (Take, take a look around!)
[Bridge: Choir & Joel Birch]
We all feel, like dying, sometimes!
But the, courage, to go on, to keep living!
Is the more admirable, choice!
[Chorus: Ahren Stringer & Joel Birch]
High hopes will burn that rope and bend the blade
(Just remember!)
That broken chairs aren't vessels for escape
They're just reminders of what we waste
And all this talk of dying, is.. just getting old...
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