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Career Soldiers Loss Of Words

I'm running in circles, cycles I can't break I've come to accept failure as my only fate Sometimes I think I'm just as fake As everything, everything

This is the beginning of the end I'm stepping out of line and starting over again Days spent making things worse are no more I'm dropping out of this

we'd learn, but it just gets worse I'm at a loss of words A voice of reason will never be heard I'm at a loss of words History repeats itself Armageddon

The past is just that, the past I'm trying to make the good times last Light that match leave that bridge behind Because regret is such a waste of time

The dead eyes of a rotting nation Get sedation and medication For every kid that can't sit still Fix him with prescription pills You've got a problem

Punk has got me through the darkest days Through the times when I wanted to die This is so much more than a phase It's what I live for and who I am inside

stop Dig it I leave the microphone intrigued with my practice This rebel stick your system like a cactus a boys sadness Who knows what is concealed under the mattress Ruegurs, losses

I don't get caught My click be hot by the cops What's up, they love to empty out antioch Therefore regaugin my tacticts The avergae soldier couldn't grasp

2) Black Thought: I leave the microphone intrigued with my practice This rebel stick your system like a cactus a boys sadness Who knows what is concealed under the mattress Ruegurs, losses