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Gavels
01:48
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GAVELS:
I stand before the judge every day for what I am outside.
Everybody wears black robes, and bangs their gavels way to hard.
"Lazy, young, and ignorant. Can't get anything done".
Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one that's worth any time.
Sick of being an action figure. Sick of this whole bit.
Playing dress-up everyday, so someone will think I'm worth a shit.
Acting out a stereotype. Playing someone's game.
What are you going to do when no one knows your name, and nobody wants to?
You thought you'd found a place to go, but then you see it's all the same.
No matter what you do or say. What you do or say is put to shame.
Never going to give a damn about you.
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Start Making Sense Again
02:47
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START MAKING SENSE AGAIN:
When can we start making sense again?
and when can we start being better friends?
We wouldn't have to pretend that nothing bothers us.
We wouldn't have to pretend that everything does.
Other people can drive us to be how we are.
It doesn't have to be that way at all.
We can make up our own minds. We've all got the skill.
We don't need support groups for being individuals.
When can we start making sense again?
and when did everyone go insane?
I think I missed out on the trend.
'Cause now I'm stuck here without a friend.
When can we start making sense again?
and when can we stop with a; the bickering?
We wouldn't have to ignore. We wouldn't have to deny.
We wouldn't have to wonder who's wrong, and what's right.
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Damned With This Town
03:05
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I remember a time this was the place to be.
I remember a time when people here were free.
I wasn't condemned for kissing in public
for playing punk rock, or being different,
for not drinking or getting fucked up
for choosing ketchup instead of mustard.
I did what I did. I said what I said.
If I spoke my mind, I wouldn't end up dead.
Then I leave for a moment to travel around.
When everything good has gone, or has been shut down.
When it's time for me to come ashore, I know exactly where I want to go
But it's not the same. I've missed out. Everything is gone, but I'm stuck here now.
They say: With my friends and with my look, I have to stick inside a hole.
To be somewhere, and only there; and never show my face in another place.
They say: Why is he here? Why does he keep showing up?
No one respects you, no one care what it is.
A person like you couldn't be in school
A person like you could never be cool
But I'm not a farmer. I'm not a lumberjack.
I'm not a charlatan. I'm not a depressive hack.
But the next thing I say, and the next move I make
will be demonized. A big mistake.
Police me up, then I go down. Damned with you. Damned with this town!
But now that I'm gone. I'm finally sane.
Hoping to never have to do this again.
Coming back, no doubt, was a big mistake.
But what's done is done. Not to be fake. Coming back was a big mistake.
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Adam Anzio Atlanta, Georgia
This is the result of being in too many failed bands, bad timing, and not fitting in anywhere; but luckily knowing how to play multiple instruments.
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