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The Program - Casual Tragedy lyrics
Lies, they fill your eyes, laced with doubts False promises, I see all that you hide You share feelings but keep them pushed aside To merley try is to surely die Alone, empty and cold the nails of doubt you drive deeper inside my head Stuch on the words you said Bruises shroud my skin from beating myself over and again To live or die? Will we survive or just cry? And you push me away You have nothing to say It tastes like casual tragedy I'm living life inside of photographs were smiles all have turned to black I'm waiting for you to let down your fears Throw in the towel because we only win if we forfeit ourselves Turn the cheek, receive a set of lips that you'll find worth of defeat If you want it, it's there This is the way that they want us to die we play the part just fine It's in our own hands now as we find the knife that drives into our sides It shines like a set of pride The blood it cries, it calls you out tonite A picture of what we could be? I'd paint it just for you to see This isn't how I how I planned it all This isn't my design Want a picture of what it meant to me? I'd paint it just for you to see Want a picture of what it meant to be? I'll paint this fucker in blood |
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