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Broken Hands

from S​/​T by Reproacher

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I can’t pick up the phone anymore
Your voice only reminds me of what I lost
What’s dead and buried, the final cost
And I know it shouldn’t be so hard to say whats gone is gone
But the words flow like venom, painful and slow
There’s no catching up
Nothing’s changed
Same shit job
Still holding all the blame
Still waiting on the end of a rope
Still playing the game
Eating shit, losing ground
Still trying to drop out
Still trying to mark the names
Not Killing time
Killing my fucking head
Digging up the bones from under me
Burning what’s been taught
Everyday I am seeing who’s been bought
Dropping off
To live lives normal and safe
I’m still scared, I’m still lost
Still behind, ready to die
Nothing to lose, nothing to gain
Still dead, the way we were born, the way we will die
Still doomed live a selfish life

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from S​/​T, released May 18, 2011

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