Murder

Tied down to the things we can't let go of Realized too many dreams we can't recover We lied down in our sleep and began to choke We lied down in a dream and we never woke Life doesn't have any meaning everything is a joke Then eating out of your hands would never anything to show We tried to get off clean but we would never grow Prison can't be worse than living with the pain of no Murder, murder, murder, murder We fight about the things we never even had control of In and out of thoughts so many different people bought Self-serving ramblings in your favorite journal Won't bring you peace until you learn to read yourself Murder, murder, murder, murder La la la la la la la..... Bow down to the things that you let go of Eating out of thought seems to never have anything to show Even if it hurts with love you couldn't leave it slower Slipping from your cause your waiting for your dream to come Murder, murder Given the things you bought with (murder)

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