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Featured on the EP "Everything Collides" (2014).

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[Chorus:]
Death sentence
This is my penance
Death sentence
Show some fucking reverence
Death sentence
This is my penance
Death sentence
This is the end of it

I’m feeding the fire that gave life to me then murdered me
Taking bolt cutters to the chains that once burdened me
Been a slave to myself for so long, don’t know how to be free
Freedom has always seemed like a disease to me
Someone wise once told me that the past is the past
I’d be doing myself a disservice if I tried to go back to that
I’m two years past the drug habit and suicide pact
I’ve come a long way since then without a helping hand
People like to pretend they’ve been there the whole time
But I promise you were nowhere in sight when I lost my mind
You couldn’t see past the weed smoke and syringes full of smack
So don’t act like there was some precious part of me worth bringing back
I exist as a “fuck you” to all the gods and empires you can muster
And this is my last stand, you can call me Custer
Anti-social as a crutch, fears of failing society
Coming out of my shell, death to social anxiety

[Chorus]

And I came in this game like a plane caught in a hurricane
Spinning every which way trying to catch a fuckin’ break
You all just nod your heads like you agree that I’m insane
But I’m as sane as the society that cultivates this brain
You tried your best to tame me, to fucking sedate me
But I’m the king of this jungle, no hesitation in stating
The obvious, it’s obvious I run this desert like Ozymandias
Freedom off the lips of this serpents kiss
You’ve got “ignorance is bliss” tattooed on your wrist
But I’ve never shared a kiss while holding clenched fists
I’m not just making a vain attempt to pretend I don’t exist
I swear it’s not my fault that I’m stuck on life’s waiting list
But everyday I get to pound the pavement is treated as a gift
In a pathetic attempt to bridge the gap between this graveyard shift
I’m running out of rubble in my life left to sift through
Cuz when all is said and done I’m running out of people to turn to

[Chorus] (x2)

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from The E​.​P​.​'s of S​.​A​.​, Vol. 2, released December 20, 2014
Music, lyrics, & vocals: Armando Flores Jr.

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