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...Maybe This Is Hell
03:46
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I'm feeling mounted by the stress, starting to feel the pressure of everything. I'm feeling colder as I grow older, uncomfortably numb, dead to a dying world where I'll always feel alone, but what is being nothing in a city filled with ghosts?
Maybe, this year I'll get back on my feet. Anxiety is tearing me down...
At least I know who I want to be!
I was given a voice, so I'll use it to question everything, I was given a choice, yea right, that shit almost sounds convincing.
It took a year to write this down, a lot of you were there, but now you're gone, and I guess it's half my fault. You all just started moving on without me. You all just started moving on without me.
Born into this everyday mold, you either die alone or you do what you're told. Born into this hell on earth.
It took a year to write this down, a lot of you were there, but now you're gone, and I guess it's half my fault. You all just started moving on without me. You all just started moving on without me.
Another year spent wasted, just like me, I need to get up and leave.
Another year spent wasted, just like me...
Another year spent wasted, just like me, I need to get up and leave.
Another year spent wasted, but not anymore...
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You said you're having a bad day, well I've been there before man, in fact, most of the time I'm right there with you, but I know that I can make of through anything, in this sick society, if you'd stop pulling on my arm.
Everyone in this town thinks they got it all figured out, but you lie so much, you believe yourself. Everyone in this town thinks they know me so well, but you're all the same, & I can't take anymore.
It's like everyone wants us just to give up, ditch our dreams, and settle down, but I'm still not done growing up. So, you say that I'm doing nothing with my life? Well spreading your legs doesn't count as a profession in my eyes...
Everyone in this town thinks they got it all figured out, but you lie so much, you believe yourself. Everyone in this town thinks they know me so well, but you're all the same, & I can't take anymore.
I've given up this fear of dying alone, half the time it seems inevitable. You take your time planning your life, I'll just keep living mine.
I've given up this fear of dying alone, half the time it seems inevitable, because you're all the same, and I can't take anymore...
(I can't take any)-more.
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You can't fix me, I can't be saved. I've got an itch that I keep on scratching, it won't go away, but at least it allows me to feel something.
I'll never love you, as much as I hate myself. I'll never feel for you, the way I feel nothing at all.
I'm getting sick of the same routine, it never changes, I can't take this. Sometimes I want to quit my job, pack up my things, and go where no one knows me.
I'll never love you, as much as I hate myself. I'll never feel for you, the way I feel nothing at all.
Here's a list of all the things I couldn't say, at least to your face.
(I've come to terms with this)
I'll never love you, as much as I hate my... self! I'll never feel for you, the way I feel nothing at all
The way I feel nothing...
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Feelings
02:37
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These words are weighing me down,
but I can't get them off my chest.
I'm always stuck in regression,
my head's filling up with all this tension.
I lose interest so fast in everything,
so I'm burning all my bridges,
starting from the in-betweens.
Things just aren't the same...
Feelings, do you remember feeling anything at all?
& I wrote these words down so many times before.
My friends & I used to get by
sleeping in 'till 3, & getting high,
blowing smoke out of car windows.
Now I barely sleep, & barely speak,
& all for the wrong reasons,
I'm just jaded, faithless, but at least I fucking know it.
Things just aren't the same...
Feelings, do you remember feeling anything at all?
'Cause I can't remember the last time I felt warm.
I'm not better than anybody, & I never said I was.
I'm just not fond of anything anymore.
I'm just trying to find my place, but things just aren't the same.
Feelings, do you remember feeling anything at all?
'Cause I've lived, & I've learned, but I still feel it all fading away...
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Toll Roads
04:23
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If pain is weakness leaving the body, I should be invincible, I never had it all, and never will, but if you find any good at all, try & hold on, it's so hard to find anything worth fighting for.
I guess when I was a kid, I kind of wanted to fit in, I never thought that I'd turn into this, but if you just take the time, and take a look in my eyes, you'll see this pain has grown with time. These are the words that have my voice fading, and my memory's going with. I can't remember what it feels like to be a kid.
I'm just the butt of a joke. Life's a joke, and I'm the punchline, it doesn't matter, I'll be just fine. I'm just the butt of a joke. Life's a joke and I'm the punchline, it doesn't matter, in the end I'll be just fine.
If pain is weakness leaving the body, I should be invincible, I never had it all and never will. I know, I'll make it out alive, but you can't expects me to roam these city's streets wearing a fake smile.
I know that I've got to get out, but I will never give in, I'll hold my memories deep within. And I know with time everything fades away, I won't let this fade away...
I'm just the butt of a joke. Life's a joke, and I'm the punchline, it doesn't matter, I'll be just fine. I'm just the butt of a joke. Life's a joke and I'm the punchline, it doesn't matter, in the end I'll be just fine
I'm just the butt of a joke, I've lost all feeling, and life will take its toll. Life takes its toll, and I'm dying to get out of here.
(If pain is weakness leaving the body, I should be invincible, I should be invincible...)
I'm dying to get out!
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SetTheTrend Chicago, Illinois
SetTheTrend is a Pop Punk band from Illinois, formed 2011, based out of Chicago & the surrounding suburbs.
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