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Format Dead End

dead end song You wish that smoke could change its color on I love it when you talk so much And act like nothin' went wrong I'm lookin' for a dead end

a dead end song You wish that smoke could change its color I love it when you talk so much and act like nothing went wrong I'm looking for a dead end

inspired. Gathering arms for chameleon wars, In the end you're all adulation whores. Feel the same as I did yesterday. Gathering arms for chameleon wars, In the end

What about all the things that's come over me, Thinking 'bout some atrocities, What about all that blatant stupidity flowing over, Sickness mauling,

[feat. Chud of Mudvayne] Is nothing sacred in those parasitic ways, Perhaps its just another to make you feel like you belong, I satnd accused of all

Your energy, save it to throw mw down the stairs again, Numeral three phobia, skim the cream, stop bleedingon everything. Totally different head seems

Build it up to just break it all down and see what's left, Swinging at the fence, wonder which sand it will land on. Scratching the surface below, peel

Soak it up like the sponge I am, Wring it over my face and hands, all over, Consume me in my shackled state, devastate, recreate, Those those things