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Kurtis Blevins
Kurtis Blevins
Songwriter
Carter Kujawa
Carter Kujawa
Songwriter
Hunter Moore
Hunter Moore
Songwriter

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I'm done with forcing it down
I'm done let's waste this town
We're always walking backwards
Is there a point to this
An overactive system
Circuits that never bend
If you could see what I've seen
You'd know you have to run
And now the sand is falling
I'm hiding from the sun
Tie the rope and kick it
Break your neck then fix it
My heart's feeling sickened
Through my mouth it exits
Our metaphors are broken
We used them far too much
These shards of glass you spit out
With English as your crutch
Where do they keep our heaven
Held right out of our reach
If it's made to last forever
Why can't our bodies see
Tie the rope and kick it
Break your neck then fix it
My heart's feeling sickened
Through my mouth it exits
I am a bastard of a son
Cut my throat
And silence this
Please
Cut my throat
Written by: Carter Kujawa, Hunter Moore, Kurtis Blevins

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