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The Bronx Album


The Bronx 2003 (2003)
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YEAH!!!!!!!

i'm done telling you that i'm in love
what i have will never be enough
come on baby go live life on your own
everything inside is breaking down
and you don't want to be hanging around
i don't think i want to leave myself alone

i'm done having to apologize
i'm done living inside your eyes
when the lights go out whats left to know
nothing ever makes sense to me
a broken branch of the family tree
kill the lights now baby watch me explode

there is no revolution
and i'm done doing things i don't want to do
there is no revolution

i'm done living in this decline
i'm done watching you redesign
come on baby let's go walk out the door
i'm done showing up to fucking work taking orders from a fucking bitch
i'm in the chair now go ahead and flip the switch

YEAH!!!

i'm done doing things i don't want to do
and i'm sick and tired of setting up to be like you
fucked up thrown out and overdue
im fucking done
there is no revolution

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Yeah, I don't think I'm alive
Dead footsteps
Another outcast screaming alone:
"God help me"
Give me what you want
Give me what you need
I'll take it all
Stand, fall
Lost out, baby
Yes, I know

It's not a secret
A false alarm
Another front page lie
Disguised to help me burn

Another year of research
Stand still
Turn on the lights, baby
Show me your scars
Salvation
Give me audio
Give me visual overload
So slow
Lost out, baby
Yes, I know

Yeah, everyone is suspect
Everyone deserts
Sometimes
Another loss
I'm feeling alone

It's not a secret
A false alarm
It's not a secret
It's not a sad song
Another front page lie
Disguised to help me burn
God help us
False alarm

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baby's got cancer looking for the answer she's got cancer someone romance her she was one of a kind now she's perfected living on all the lies they injected now she's staring at the scars that needed correction it's not a habit she claims she's got american eyes letting her body go she's dead rejection looking for direction gimme picture gimme reception the clean smell of sin she's nervous at the hips the car's outside and i'm ready to go infected living on all the lies she injected now i'm infected staring at the scars in need of correction it's not a habit i claim i got american eyes letting my body go i'm dead i don't want to wake up i spend a lifetime staring at the telephone cause all i want to do is call you up we got cancer looking for the answer

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say enough words to make me forget until i get dangerous and desperate i love it when i'm telling myself lies the good ones that i know i can cash stare at my face until i neglect everything i couldn't forgive look at the way you make me live choking like a fucking kid i rejected faith, i broke a good heart i regret love because you told me i still don't care i wasn't meant to cover up scars built on faults to who it concerns consider this i tried all your cures but i'm still sick i'm never going to regain senses burn another hole in my head remember the disease you spread like addiction that comes in fits talk enough words to make me forget all my dreams are dead disguise lack of progress quit sending me signals for chemicals everything i crave is going to kill me don't want to be sick depression just seems to stick

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what's left of california
what's left of los angeles
sidewalks cry cause they're not as high shooting old dope
rich kid skies are a good disguise lining our veins with hope
what did you get for free and where you gonna sell it
why should i give a shit cover up your facelift
what's left of my broken heart
what's left of los angeles

we got a new design excess redefined so you can dream it
we rewrote the standards covered up the old scars so you believe it

scrape black tar from a guilty lung throw a needle in your arm
cough up wrongs of the city stars they didn't mean no harm
what were you supposed to be and what did you turn into
we don't even need you here but where you gonna run to
good drugs bad streets arms tied
my world capsized with style

we got a new design excess redefined so you can dream it
we rewrote the standards covered up the old scars so you believe it

i got a new plan get me outta here
i pretend sincere stumble on words
desperation the warmth of a gun
last hundred years remember twenty four

we got a new design excess redefined so you can dream it
we rewrote the standards covered up the old scars so you believe it

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all this time i've been unclean watching you cause you're watching me shotgun knives into my heart without a reason all i want to do is die fuck the beats of a different heart what i'll do if you never tell bleed me an answer from i got chills break it down and build again sit still line me up so i can burn my heart knows you won't return make some sense of being alone cause i'm wasted blackout rescue from my faults take away my sober stare payphone prayer give me what i want give me an answer trying to stare through you can't get past your eyes locked from the inside let me inject trying to stare through you can't get past your eyes sweating through the nights again i'd rather have good pills i got chills

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i don't know where i should begin my scars have overrun my skin frustration's taken all my patience exposing everything inside the more time that i spend alone is the more time that i hate myself it's one thing not to finish in first place another thing not to finish at all i can't stand here and listen to bullshit and everything you own can't stand cause i live alone watching shadows fall i don't know where i fell apart it wasn't like this from the start frustration's taken all my patience i feel the walls closing each day i try to find another way my brain's a gun without bullets so sad i can't replace the drive i had with my own blood i don't know where i should begin my scars have overrun my skin leached onto everything inside try and find a darker place to hide right now i've lost complete control frustration stole my dedication rip my solid state apart my brain's a gun my brains are gone

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days
you always want to tell me lies
you try to sell me to the stars at night
you think i'm too uptight

love
you call me on the phone alone
you wish that i could stay
speaking pain in codes

telling me you still care through a dial tone

drugs
you really want to put my life on hold
you really want to see my growing old with you
like a naive friend
but i never want to face myself again
unless i'm coming true
speaking pain in codes
telling you that i know i'm no good alone
i've tried so hard just to be myself
but i've erased everything i was
i tried searching for the truth alone
and i remember everything i've done

i'm thinking everything will turn out fine
but i'm a little kid without a soul
give me just a little bit more time
just a little bit

say what you want to do to me or you
i don't care

right

i erased everything i know
give me just a little bit more time
to solve my future

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want to take a chance want to wait but it burns cut me what you want but give me just a little more i already know how it's going to feel to let you go cough me aside put me out like a cigarette but i won't forget i'm not dead i'm not fine feed me lies all of this time spent sitting in my room trying to match with the faceless blood cut me what you want but you give me just a little bit more i'm running out of words so listen up cause here i go i'm not dead i'm not alive feed me truth kill my friends unless they do what i say i need silence i need addiction i need a reason for my sins before i die i'm not dead tell me lies feed me truth come on baby please be true so i put cigarettes in my eyes

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quiet like an elevator
even the walls are scared
I'm dependent on a generator just to breath in air

medication medication signatures and stares
watching all the lights come down
never wanting to care

These circles seem so strange
I run around and around but nothing's changed
Medication medication signatures and stares
I'm reinventing brand new lives
Like they were never there

I never want to run out
get more can't stand waiting
I never want to run out
don't stop the lines from fading

It's time to wake up
I've been asleep for far too long
It's time to wake up
Before the pain i feel is gone

I never want to run out

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