1. |
A call to rage
01:52
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No matter what you say
I see it in your eyes
Time has passed
But you still bathe in all of your lies
āSo you wanna be hardcore?
With your hat to the back
Talkin' about the gats in ya raps
But I can't feel that hardcoreā
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2. |
Locked in
02:18
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Dissolved mask of death
Just a corpse with living eyes
Feel the pain, but why canāt I move?
Feel the same, but lack the will to move
When I smell the bitterness
See the dull gleam of light
Feeling like Iām buried alive
At the bottom of a common grave
Thinking Iām now in security
Thinking Iām about to die
Iām consoled and appeased
ācause I would suffer no more
Breathing hard, through, a mask of lies
A hollow shell that I despise
This blinding light I want to go through
Stuck within myself, what can I do?
Pressure is building
There is nothing I can do
Same trope plays again
Canāt stand myself, how could you
Nothing
I can do
Canāt stand myself
How could you
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3. |
On the edge
02:12
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Do you really think itās just fucking fashion?
My dedication has more value than your fuckinā shit
Crush your X Swatch
All your dough for a perfect edge outfit
6 thousand for a fuckinā piece of wax
I donāt give a fuck about your collectorās shit
You know nothing, youāre a joke
You just act like a fucking fraud
I canāt stand what you do
Fuck you and your fucking fake crew
Fuck you and your fucking fake crew
You fucking fake ass
Straight edge till death
Donāt make it a fucking business
All you posers out there
Make me lose the faith
Fuck the fake, make it right
Act the fact, no backbite
Still and always drug free
Sick of your lack of integrity
Youāre a poster boy for hypocrisy
Never heard of the word authenticity
I hate everything that you stand for
Canāt stand keeping the fucking score
I hate everything that you stand for
Canāt stand keeping the fucking score
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4. |
Perfect
01:32
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Who are you?
I donāt think weāve met?
A human body, or just a vessel for your hate?
If not a crime, think Iād kill you
For making my life hell with the ghost of you
The suffering never stops
But Iāll die with the hope
You were miserable till the end
Never asked you to be fucking perfect
Just the father you said youād be in the letters you sent
A victimless crime
After years away, Iām not sure what thought Iād have
You dare judge me for what you think is pride
But have ever seen a malicious light in my eyes?
Canāt buy my love, so you turned around
I guess this was not meant to be this time around
You wanted it, so bad
Tried it, never stopped, couldnāt go back
I mean it when I say
You could die in a ditch, I wouldnāt fucking care
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5. |
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Itās time for your reckoning
What of the hurt you left behind
Itās time for your reckoning
What of the words you left unsaid
No more hurt
Time for your
No more hurt
Reckoning
Nothingās worth that much suffering
You took your pride and left us with nothing
Draped in the lies of pretended absolution
Violence is the sole possible solution
You break and enter
But donāt you have pride?
Must have none left
To destroy so much in your stride
And when I can't tell you
What'll be doing in ten years
That's because I see myself
Hanging off a fucking tree
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6. |
Human mistake
02:37
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Everyday I push through
But it doesn't pay not matter what I do
Look inside, the devil cries
Human mistake
Take a look around
What could be good enough
To make me want to stay
It's not me anymore
All these questions but no answer
I carry my own gravestone
This life is not my own
Human Mistake
No need for sympathy
I see red all the time
Life's only misery
I have no lifeline
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7. |
Final words
02:08
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Mother
Father
āAll my life I was terrified to confront him
Iām terrified even now
What do I expect?
In the end, the son suffers the sins of the fatherā
Those are my final thoughts to you
After the hell you put me through
No more time, no more willpower
These are my final words to you
āWhy go on?
Why keep trying?ā
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8. |
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It's getting hard to breath
Smoke suffocating me
Who would have thought
We could burn that fast
Screams coming from inside
How fast can we move?
Calls for help but no sound comes out
It's a morning in the burning house
Your walls close in on me
Unaware of a breach
I wish I'd known
Escaping was an option
Coming back from the flames
With an empty mind
Dry blood on your hands
The guilt is yours
What have you done?
What have you done?
You never lit the match
You were the fire itself
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Iron Deficiency Lyon, France
Iron Deficiency
Blunt Straight Edge
LYHC
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M - Vocals
E - Drums
G - 6 Strings
A - 6 Strings
H - 4 Strings
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