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My band consists of me and my multiple personalities...all of which are paranoid.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #208
Peak in subgenre #98
Author
Vo.Caliber
Rights
YES
Uploaded
April 09, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 1:53
Story behind the song
The beat..awesome Flute Jam!
Lyrics
Day after Day we're caught inside a stand still
The kid who has no father still hasn't had his hand held
I'm still a nobody up in this game, its all the same
I try not to obsess about it or I might just fall insane...
I sit at my table, I'm able..
To avoid all these fables and labels..
Sometimes I feel unstable but listen..
I'm more than dreams of broken cradles with filth in them..
....Man I'm sick of it all
So damn sick; I even put a fist through the wall!
Nobody understands the shit I go through
These cats come fake like a brick of tofu
It's like a new stack of problems everyday
A conspiracy to ruin my life every way
These wannabe big shots making me promises
I stick around for hope but they always get lost and shit
And I'm back to the same place where I began
Thrown around bouncing places like Raggedy Ann
so much responsibility bestowed upon me
I can't even get into it in this song; this verse is done!
CHORUS:
I'm alone in this fight
I'm groaning with might
I'm prone to dislike
The work that I've done
Beserk with no fun
I'm shirking the sun
(repeat)
It becomes a huge mess everytime I try to rummage for a career
Inside these piles of lies
I'm sick of going to people, sometimes I feel dumb
People see promoters like "You Should Get at that one!"
Not to mention all my personal complexes
I can't get past my stomach; forget a Lexus
I'm saying I need a break; but I dunno from what!
It seems for the past few years, I've just been in a rut
See it's like this: Everything stops but time
And 'shots' are limited; this isn't Columbine..
We're obsessed..
With golds, the Rolls and sin fuck fests
I know what's expected, I'm hesitant and it's odd
Like people who regard their president as their God
Political Catch-All parties, I'm not starting to rep
Walk to the presidential debate with a bomb to my chest
It's often I'm plotting and stomping on scarier mysteries
Conveniently forgotten like American history
People want to blow up with a style that's sick rabies
Guaranteed loss like a Gunfight with Dick Cheney
Did everything that I could except flaunting that ice good
Me quitting's like Farakhan dawning a white hood
As long as I got air in my lungs and carry a tongue
You'll be hearing from me until I'm burried and done!
CHORUS:
I'm alone in this fight
I'm groaning with might
I'm prone to dislike
The work that I've done
Beserk with no fun
I'm shirking the sun
(repeat)
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