A Weekend Spent Askance lyrics

Running in circles is the easiest way to lose track of where you`re going or where you`ve been. We can scream for sin or for days about what we lose and what we`ve won, but in the end you`re only as good as what you`ve done. Forget the phony fuck that thinks with an ass instead of a head; it`s a game left for losers in a scene they`re already fled. I can`t believe for you, I`ve already left so much behind. Eleven years of fists and words to keep the right state of mind, and its easy to lose when you`ve forgotten the game. Whether it`s sanity or love you`ve lost it all amounts to the same. Patchwork existence. A button martyr matrimony. Scene screen survival. An exodus assumed. Who`s got the monopoly on sincerity? It`s the same color with a different face. Self-selected exiled running in the same old race.
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