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Death Crownado

from Better off Dead by Crows

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There's no way out in this game
They make the rules but you blame
Anyone but the true fiends
Who hide in stilted routine
To repeat history and keep you as a postscript
An asterisk marking a perfect example for the slogan:
'the nail that stands up get hammered down.'

Turn back, holding your head in your hands,
And the fire in your throat cursing the scum
That left you like this.

Scum breeds faster in this town,
And every step that you take
Moves you further into a darkness
And I'm sick with it.
So now I'm the asshole,
I'm too weak, to survive by your rules,
So you're abandoning me.

Close your eyes, crack a smile, here hope dies, here your fate lies.

I'm eluding the cold hands of death again.

I've gone cold, I no longer feel,
No longer the agony, no longer the nails.
No rest for the wicked, no world for the meek,
No cure for the sickness, no escape no escape.
Nothing is real, I'm in abeyance,
Distorted and frail, surrounded by liars,
nothing is real, nothing but silence,
Nothing but fear, nothing but violence.

And you wont forget the words
When they put you in the dirt:
Should have tried harder to be like us.

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from Better off Dead, released December 6, 2014

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