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It's alright to tell me what you think about me
I won't try to argue or hold it against you
I know that you're leaving, you must have your reasons
The season is calling your pictures are falling down

The steps that I retraced the sad look on your face
The timing and structure, did you hear, he fucked her
A day late a buck short I'm writing the report

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Beaten why for
Can't take much more
One - Nothing wrong with me
Two - Nothing wrong with me

You can't quit until you try
You can't live until you die
You can't learn to tell the truth
Until you learn to lie

You can't breathe until you choke
You gotta laugh when you're the joke
There's nothing like a funeral to make you feel alive

From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I’ve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts

Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory won’t escape me

I'm lucky if I ever see the light of day again
my sin is choking me, my crude built walls are closing in
This cell is filled with claw marks easing me, their teasing me, they told me so I didn't know the fall would be this easy

Pre-chorus
How long until I find the strength to stand
I wait for mercy in your bleeding hand
I know they'll come with what I'm owed-guilty as charged

Wake me up inside,
Tell me there's a reason
To take another step
To get up off my knees and
Follow this path of most resistance,
And wherever it takes us,
Whatever it faces and wherever it leads

Storming through the party like my name is El Niño
When I'm a hangin' out drinking in the back of an El Camino
As a kid, was a skid, and no one knew me by name
Crashed my own house party 'cause nobody came

I know I'm not the one you thought you knew back in high school
Never going, never showing up when we had to
Attention that we crave, don't tell us to behave

Там, где боль, я нахожусь, но ещё живой,
Там, где боль, я остаюсь самим собой,
Там, где боль, скоро нагрянет последний бой,
Либо выживание, либо в землю с головой…

Годы уходят, на что потрачены были они,
Город находит новые лица, а мы позади.
Смех, боль, грех, вниз, вверх,