Letra de Enough
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On my way to work,
the look outside the door,
I dont know what this is
A distant, early warning?
The sign to end it all?
or is this just how life's been?
They say to drown the sorrows,
with a glass of what I need,
all I find is the weapon, increasing the bleed
Over-exceeded on the truth.
Enough with politics,
every 4 years the words repeat,
it's all the fucking same!
The truth behind the facts,
impaled off my tracks,
as life's train plunges off the cliff
Magnet attracting lives,
following the news and it's lies,
infecting the world until it decays, rots and dies
Too full on the truth.
Caught in dreams of hate,
my view on everything,
is to hope it soon fades
Vanished to the vault,
thats sealed wtih my own faults,
more painful than woulds mixed with salt
When my time has come,
will I be afraid?
Or will happyness be the factor that travels with me?
Choking on the truth, how tragic it really is.
The problem I overcame,
was the simple prospects of life,
absorbing all the strife,
all flesh cut with the knife,
laying down to accept what will soon be driven into myself, the feeling of being free,
the bolt of hopelessness I let desecrate me
the look outside the door,
I dont know what this is
A distant, early warning?
The sign to end it all?
or is this just how life's been?
They say to drown the sorrows,
with a glass of what I need,
all I find is the weapon, increasing the bleed
Over-exceeded on the truth.
Enough with politics,
every 4 years the words repeat,
it's all the fucking same!
The truth behind the facts,
impaled off my tracks,
as life's train plunges off the cliff
Magnet attracting lives,
following the news and it's lies,
infecting the world until it decays, rots and dies
Too full on the truth.
Caught in dreams of hate,
my view on everything,
is to hope it soon fades
Vanished to the vault,
thats sealed wtih my own faults,
more painful than woulds mixed with salt
When my time has come,
will I be afraid?
Or will happyness be the factor that travels with me?
Choking on the truth, how tragic it really is.
The problem I overcame,
was the simple prospects of life,
absorbing all the strife,
all flesh cut with the knife,
laying down to accept what will soon be driven into myself, the feeling of being free,
the bolt of hopelessness I let desecrate me
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