Another Mistake:Life's Noose

1. trust issues

i don't know what the fuck you meant to say but i think i got the point you couldn't make so i really don't wanna see your face especially after you took all there was to take

its not like he did it on purpose just left behind some confused kids left with no one to talk to took to the streets to avoid the truth

wasted too much time on the ones who walked away to ever expect anyone else to stay a fantasy i'll hold inside to protect myself in a world of lies

2. peace talks

not trying to waste my breath on anymore kids being apathetic if you don't fucking care let me show you the door cause its right over there you think all this is childish then why'd you drop out of college you once had a reason to be here then what fucking changed that made you split were you scared?

there's nothing you deserve more than a fist in the face for the city you disgraced

trend hopper, crowd follower, shit talker fortunate son hipster scholar nothing you say can save your second face the one that felt it right to talk so big when i'm out of state shit travels fast and there's nothing to take back so skew your view of the truth refuse to back your word with proof i can't count the reasons not to speak with you

3. life's noose

sometimes i just can't seem to sleep no rest for the wicked even in my dreams i don't think its a matter of depression i'd call it an excess of aggression so now i lay me down to sleep and work tomorrow for something to eat

4. persecution

the only kids i respect anymore are the ones down for the fucking core been playing the nice guy far too long taught to believe everyone belonged now i see i was wrong convictions weren't so strong i'm still holding on to the feeling of being young hardcore is the air in my lungs its in all our blood

misguided attempts at drawing me away did nothing but instill me with the will to stay all your talk is fucking cheap not an ounce of you knows what this means now i see i was wrong convictions weren't so strong i'm still holding on to the feeling of being young hardcore is the air in my lungs its in all our blood

pit or die, time to decide

this is all i believe in not freedom of expression freedom of religion

living free from persecution

5. fate decided

there's not an ounce of faith left inside these veins to believe that everything will be ok not a mistake i intend to make so i'll leave you pathetic motherfuckers in my wake never kneeling for the past not trying to make a fucking mess not pretending i've been blessed just giving my 110 percent my fates decided

if life is what you make it then i'll save some time and fucking take it its not like we were built to last flesh and bones turn to dust so fast not trying to be the best at being prepared like the rest not killing time just taking what's mine i will not leave it up to fate to decide for me which path to take

don't waste your time with saving my soul my fate will be decided by the brain in my skull

uncross this heart and learn to live i will thrive in sin while you pretend to give