Texty: Nonpoint. To The Pain. Skin.

You're barely getting by with your half-hearted attemps. You pass part of the test and fail the rest. Because the things you know, you also know so half-heart, you join mass murder parties cause you hear it's a trend. That's when all the fun ends. When the funds end. That's when the people who were your friends turn their backs all of a sudden.

But, oh, I have to take a breath for a second, before I wreck the impression with my confusing expression. Because I know the way I do the things I do, might cause a situation or an excessive reaction from you. And it might be what I wanna do, it might be what I wanna do.

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Take you. Try to shake you. Break you out of your habits. Can you feel me? Do you hear me? Can you look inside and see past the skin this time?

And If I thought you could we wouldn't be here. If I thought I could I wouldn't be in tears. It might be a better idea if I hide for a while behind a face with a smile.
Tell wild stories of our glory days. Make the same mistakes we made yesterday.

But, oh, you still try to feed the obsession with other people's possessions. Try to dodge all the questions, because you know the way that world treats your kind.
You wouldn't last long enough to be a part of a greater design of a better humankind. Of a better humankind.

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My eyes are opening up, your time is running out to make a choice. What are you going to do when it's gone? How do you expect to get on with no voice?

You take what you need from who you need. You say the things you know bring animosity. You think you'll be a better person in the end. I think you need a little common sense.

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(Thanks to Anni for these lyrics)