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letra de family disease - american prophet

we seek a higher purpose blindly
what’s etched in stone just can’t seem to fix this
we all self medicated our minds
and she would sell her soul
burn books inside a blaze and d-mn the world into a plague
what’s etched in stone just can’t seem to fix this
we are all just ghosts inside of complex machines and forever we will sleep

the scars on her wrist make it harder to bleed
she pleads with a god that she doesn’t believe
black out when you think nothings left
wake up in a hospital bеd
can’t you see oh can’t you see
she is a victim of the family diseasе

my life is distortion and discord
a tragedy with no profound words
summed up in a dismal score
an orchestra plays in minot notes and chords
a choir sings off key
the conductor hangs himself as the last note rings
i feel like a ghost
walking these streets invisible and alone
in a city that never sleeps
my friends are all dead just like me
the scars on her wrist make it harder to bleed
she pleads with a god that she doesn’t believe
black out when you think nothings left
wake up in a hospital bed
can’t you see oh can’t you see
she is a victim of the family disease

you’re just pail skin draped over your bones
a sh-ll without a soul
tuning burning bushes out
their frequencies are much to loud
you’re just pail skin draped over your bones
a sh-ll without a soul

the scars on her wrist make it harder to bleed
she pleads with a god that she doesn’t believe
black out when you think nothings left
wake up in a hospital bed
can’t you see oh can’t you see
she is a victim of the family disease

- american prophet

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