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why would you question questions
or the lack thereof
so dull so satisfied with your life
I cannot breathe I cannot live
outside some house of weird

those walls seem much bigger
than most everything you've offered me
I cannot see I cannot believe how easily we're quarantined
you refuse to groove to any other's beat
whatever world your talk is fucking cheap
seeing only through your eyes
the only basis for what you think
you think you've got it all figured out
but baby you can't see through me

so here I am asking why what if I gave your world my mind
what would you have me do
what would you make me choose
other than what fucking benefits you
so here I am asking why
what if I raised above your bottom lines
what if I made the moves to truly choose
as I tie off your noose

everything that you've done is corrupt and wrong
I'll carve my place amongst the gold that you have deemed scum
with our heads to their loaded guns
just look them dead in the eyes
won't soon forget this face when I'm fucking gone

caught in the cycle
caught in the trap
for those fortunate enough to be lost
it's time to write your own map

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from Give Us the Bad News First, released May 21, 2014

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James D : Guitar
David : Vocals
James B : Bass
Eli : Drums

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