The Noise

Tell me you aren't just faking a life to fit into a little box you created to cover up the noise

You're a slave to recovery, and your holding the key to your eternity
You're a slave to recovery, praising catastrophe
Take your tourniquet, and tie it tight again

Tell me you aren't just faking a life to fit into a little box you created to cover up the noise

Your a captive to casualties, bound by beliefs that won't set you free
You're a captive to casualties, bound by your beliefs
They won't set you free when you're holding on to grief

Tell me you aren't just faking a life to fit into a little box you created to cover up the noise

You sink into a hole too soon

Tell me you aren't just faking a life to fit into a little box you created to cover up the noise



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Findley
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