Tied down to the things that we can't let go of Realized too many dreams we can't recover We layed down in our sleep and began to choke Life doesn't have any meaning everything's a joke Been eating out of your hands, with never anything to show We tried to get off clean, but we would never grow Prison can't be worse than living with the pain of knowing Murder, murder, murder, murder We fight about the things we never even had control of In and out of thoughts so many different people bought Self serving ramblings in your favorite journal Won't bring you peace until you learn to read yourself Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder Bow down to the things you can't let go of Eating out of dog's hands with never anything to show Even if it hurt to love you couldn't leave it slowly Slipping from you core as you're waiting for your dream to come Murder, murder Give in the things you bought with Give in the things you bought with Give in the things you bought with Give in the things you bought with Murder Give in the things you bought with Murder Give in the things you bought with Murder Give in the things you bought with Murder Give in the things you bought with
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