Regurgitated Afterbirth

I swear It's not what you think
As if it were just another mistake
Hidden gift with no meaning
It's not the same without you

Perfect Fake
Don't let yourself go

Drive to the state line
Ruptured, and bleeding
She's got a sinking feeling
Life is what you call it
But it's not your morals, just control

The ruins of your life surround you
That which it cannot give
Too tired to go, too jaded to live
Throw your tantrum, throw your fit

Just take me with you
I don't wanna be here anymore

Drive to the state line
Ruptured, and bleeding
She's got a sinking feeling
Life is what you call it
But it's not your morals, just control

I'm so fucking tired of your bullshit
Do you really expect me to keep quiet?
That's exactly what you want isn't it?
Greedy, pious, fucks

And it's not enough just to take what's ours
You want it all, not to sacrifice yours
But it's gonna end, I swear, I swear, I fucking swear!

Drive to the state line
Ruptured, and bleeding
She's got a sinking feeling
Life is what you call it
But it's not your morals, just control



Credits
Writer(s): Emerson Lucas
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