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letra de p.o.s. - fleeting life

intro:
hey dad, so you’re such an excellent music producer and produce all of our music right? well then tell me, how do make this sound?
go!

verse one:
you took everything from my brother and i
and now i’m old enough i see right through your alibi
you use us to put yourself high up on a f-ckin pedestal
i can’t believe people think your lies are so credible
so much trauma all caused by you and your sh-t
you’re the reason i walk around wishing my f-ckin throat was slit
cops breaking down the door at the age of 4
taken my life away like you did yours
pre chorus:
i could take all the other lies
like how you said you were at my graduation
or how you tell your hoes
you see us every weekend
but once you came at my music
that’s when you’ve crossed the line

chorus 1:
you are the epitome
of everything that i’m trying
not to be
you used to call yourself a product of society
but really you are nothing but a piece of sh-t to me

verse 2:
people will tell me that my talents are in my screams
your talents are your lies and your pride in apathy
i really tried to give you nothing but sympathy
but things are different now that i just turned 23
i wasn’t built for this world and that’s why i hate it
you crafted this perfect place and then replaced it
leaving me to live in my own mind i have to face it
barely any love left to give only you can mend it

chorus 1:
you are the epitome
of everything that i’m trying
not to be
you used to call yourself a product of society
but really you are nothing but a piece of sh-t to me
chorus 2:
you left me all alone
to conquer my own mind
an eye for an eye
but you left me blind
i would say it was a broken home
but the 4 walls kept me company

pre breakdown:
we interrupt this build up to the breakdown for a very special message from a loving son to his father and it reads.. f-ck you
i could blow my head off in a white hall
and even then you wouldn’t see the writing on the wall

breakdown:
maybe if you weren’t addicted to meth-istopheles
you would’ve been the father that i wanted you to be
if you are a product of society
that explains why this world sucks thank you for proving it to me

- fleeting life

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