People On TV
People on TV sure know how to die
People on TV sure know how to die
Everyone at home knows how to cry
People that talk sure know how to lie
Show me the heat and tell me I'm fine
Happy that's theirs 'cause I got mine
No place all you can sway the stare
Running down on a path that you're moving on
You're just passing through
If you turn around, I never wanna see you again
Don't be talking shit, saying how you and us are friends
The same kinda sludge that you try to wash off
In the tub when you're on drugs
All I see are
People in cages in a prison ain't right
Brown shirts, broken glass, middle of the night
Understand your sight (you stupid)
No place all you can sway the stare
Alchemy is only the first step
Running down on a bend that you're moving on
You're just passing through
Same kind of sludge that you try to wash off
In the tub when you're on drugs and all I see are punks
Getting higher by the hour, hand reaches for pills
Hand reaching for the powder
How you gonna feel when you're stuck in the pound
And it makes you wanna kill?
Hands reaching for the power, they're reaching for the pills
Hey
Hands reaching for the power, they're reaching for the pills
Hands down, they know why, Lord, what you love, die
Will your friends stand by when it's your turn to die?
Will your friends stand by when it's your turn to die?
People on TV sure know how to die
Everyone at home knows how to cry
People that talk sure know how to lie
Show me the heat and tell me I'm fine
Happy that's theirs 'cause I got mine
No place all you can sway the stare
Running down on a path that you're moving on
You're just passing through
If you turn around, I never wanna see you again
Don't be talking shit, saying how you and us are friends
The same kinda sludge that you try to wash off
In the tub when you're on drugs
All I see are
People in cages in a prison ain't right
Brown shirts, broken glass, middle of the night
Understand your sight (you stupid)
No place all you can sway the stare
Alchemy is only the first step
Running down on a bend that you're moving on
You're just passing through
Same kind of sludge that you try to wash off
In the tub when you're on drugs and all I see are punks
Getting higher by the hour, hand reaches for pills
Hand reaching for the powder
How you gonna feel when you're stuck in the pound
And it makes you wanna kill?
Hands reaching for the power, they're reaching for the pills
Hey
Hands reaching for the power, they're reaching for the pills
Hands down, they know why, Lord, what you love, die
Will your friends stand by when it's your turn to die?
Will your friends stand by when it's your turn to die?
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Writer(s): Gabriel Millman, Harlan Steed, Julian Cashwan Pratt
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