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I saw your face in photographs, heard your voice on my stereo. But I'll never know how you talked or how you laughed. In my daydreams I play and sing

Ain't gonna be your doormat no more. Look at this rut you put me in. Ain't gonna worry about where you're at in this town cause you're not going anywhere

Cough up blood, cough up dust Remember who you can trust Cough up lungs, cough up smoke Caged life is just a joke In a church hall, in a shopping mall

I fall asleep at night with the TV on Subliminal message, manipulation It's hard to catch what goes on inside When you're too busy swallowing your pride

I don't believe nothing is wrong I don't relive my past I don't believe in much I don't believe in the system It never works the way it should I wanna

The deep black, the bloody arms swing Suffering from severe dementia And they thought you were the one You were the one Some folks were never meant

The smashed glass it's a mess how'd they find my street I live on and why'd they pick my fucking address? What I had was what I lost it didn't matter

I will not give in to what the TV sells The bullshit news and the lies they tell Convince us that we're lost They try to sell us maps, we'll buy at any

Seal the fate of countless people Because they slurp every drop Regards to the human slide show We can watch as the bodies drop I hate when I can't