1. |
A Noose or a Blade
02:15
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A bullet in my head
Will provide the sense
To see what's inside
A suicidal mind
These thoughts they get so thick
Sentenced to a life of torment
To see what's inside
A suicidal mind
Put a bullet in my head
Lie after life
In purgatory waiting to sacrifice
Strangled enough to feel the pain
Slowly marching to my grave
Put a bullet in my head
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2. |
Mental Peace
03:08
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Depression surrounding
Mark the places we're supposed to think
Someone, help me breathe
Need a place, a place to be free
A crack in your skull
The fear behind that wall
Found peace in the place you'll bury me
Passing in my sleep, helps me mentally
Realize this means nothing at all
Everlasting thoughts of suicide
My thoughts of agony are merely fleeting
A constant urge of self-extermination
Serves a purpose to my ever-constant bleating
A noose or a blade
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3. |
Jumpstart
02:29
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What is normal?
What is just?
It doesn't matter cause I don't give a fuck
Who can you trust?
I thought I found my way to you
In a wasteland where ideas come true
Dark pasts that float on puddled tears
Create a place that strives in fear
When you got rid of me
You lost all of my empathy
Your beliefs killed the quiet things
Jumpstart this explicit brink
Turn your back don't need support
Hide your egos we have war
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4. |
Final Kill
01:55
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I talk but no one listens
Can't you see we have double vision?
I live a life bred in vain
Knife in my stomach, I enjoy the pain
Who's going to set me free?
Is everybody running away from me?
Look back it's your decision,
One day I'll escape from this mental prison
Open up your eyes, what a surprise
In anger we misguide the truth
Attribute, ascribe, charge, assign, impute
All fed up
Nothing is changing at all
Blurred visions
Comfortably failing
Guilty conscience, bottled inside
I'm fucking losing my mind
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5. |
Fed Up
01:38
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I talk but no one listens
Can't you see we have double vision?
I live a life bred in vain
Knife in my stomach, I enjoy the pain
Who's going to set me free?
Is everybody running away from me?
Look back it's your decision,
One day I'll escape from this mental prison
Open up your eyes, what a surprise
In anger we misguide the truth
Attribute, ascribe, charge, assign, impute
All fed up
Nothing is changing at all
Blurred visions
Comfortably failing
Guilty conscience, bottled inside
I'm fucking losing my mind
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6. |
Fortune Cookie
02:13
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What you see is what you get
A person I won't regret
Living these lies like their distant memories
Shaping my own life, the way it needs to me
To a soul that had a home
When the leaves seem to roam
When the oceans dry up and the sun goes dark
Hearts have sailed and this journey needs to start
When I came out from a dark place
And I didn't know a single face
When the world made no sense
And your soul felt like my birthplace
The universe is calling out to you
Where emotions seem to forever loom
It's not a fallacy these feelings are true and true and true
What you see is what you get
A person I won't regret
Living these lies like their distant memories
Shaping my own life, the way it needs to me
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The Runts Los Angeles, California
The Runts are a hardcore punk band from Los Angeles, CA. Using their teenage angst they formed in 2005 and took their wild ways a little too far resulting in a hiatus in 2012. With an early onset mid life crisis in 2020 and a little more maturity behind them (just a little), they decided to regroup with the hopes of accomplishing their original dream by playing the Super Bowl Halftime Show. ... more
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