White Kids In The South Shouldn'...

My conscience is vicious

insecure, and repetitious

hell bent on malicious,

intentions and ambitions

A soldier on a top-secret mission.

lost in remission, stranded without vision

I wait.

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Sedated in silence, waking up in violence.

Hindsight is repentance, cold-hearted and relentless.

Godforsaken machines in the system in my dreams,

bucket of bolts, coffin for steam

welcome to hell, or so it would seem

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So yo, check it out yo

back down or throw down, welcome to the grey

this is my town

we're the patron saints of the lost and found.

pickin' up each other from up off the ground.

all the sound, all around.

Cheerin' for those homeward bound,

they were lost in time, lost in space

you're just a sell-out junkie with a vacant look upon your face.

who can get higher, man it's not a race.

not in this case.

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So, yo, you had it all it was in your hands

Too bad it fell apart despite of your plans

But you're in a trance, entombed in romance

She's never callin' back get your mind out of your pants

You had it all but went down in flames

that fire made a school of piranha almost look tame,

But welcome back, I'm glad you came

Too bad your selfish self pity made you look pretty lame.