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15's & 7
02:15
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I lay my head on my pillow and scream
I can't fall asleep 'cause of my dreams
The things you fill my head with
Are not what I want to deal with
These things making me fucking scared
Where do you think my friend is now?
All the way across the town
In the IGA, getting kicked out
It's 15 on 7
Kiss goodbye to heaven
This just means we're all going down
Getting chased by a gang of kids
I don't know when it's gonna' end
I'm gonna' hide behind a wall
Prayin' to God that it won't fall
This shit makes me fucking scared
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Y.A.B.
02:19
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Lately I've been feeling cold
An ache right down to the bone
A feeling learned
Cold can sometimes numb the pain
If it's cold enough to burn
This cold don't burn
You think,
I can take the smallest bit of pain with a smile
Nothin' left but ache
I just want to let go for a while
I couldn't find a reason why
Not to waste my time
I want to nullify my life
With this or that
I noose around my neck
Lay awake, another sleepless night
With everything that you do
Did you ever think it through?
Or did you give up,
just to bring them down with you?
See though skin like cellophane
A cloud of smoke to numb the pain
A wet cloth wrap that racks my brain
With this or that,
Another panic attack
I can tell I'm about to have a bash
You think,
I can take the smallest bit of pain with a smile
Nothin' left but ache
I just want to let go for a while
You think,
I can take the smallest bit of pain with a smile
To weak to say a thing
Or is that pride?
I thought I let that die
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3. |
Silica
02:33
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Kick a dog and watch it bleed
A pat on the back leads to a broken spine
You lost all your morals
You tried and tried, but didn't try enough
Silica
You had a filthy mind, but you got brainwashed
Now your all dried up
Just don't come and play in the mud with me
Shoot the messenger in the back
The truth cleanses just like razor wire
You die of a hear attack
Every time you fall in love, it's sick
I'm sick of it
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A dagger put between us in jest
When your strangest stranger's your closest friend
Searing cries of apathy
Said by you, not heard by me
You said I was the only
I promise to
To keep my word to you
Managed telepathy
What do you really want from me?
WHAT DO YOU REALLY WANT FROM ME?
WHAT DO YOU REALLY WANT FROM ME?
WHAT DO YOU REALLY WANT FROM ME?
WHAT DO YOU REALLY WANT FROM ME?
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The Flaks Detroit, Michigan
The Flaks formed on April 1st, 2009, when all of the group's members were 12 and 13 years old. Before breaking up in 2014, they performed close to 100 shows in their 5 years together as a band, all while still in high school.
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