letra de god's country - incendiary
you’re too f-cking weak to live a day in my head and you’re too f-cking scared to realize heaven’s h-ll. you live your life in a rut, with the blinds drawn shut, with your head in your hands like a shot to the gut. chasing a chance at the top with a smile and a wave, this city is full of fakers, this city is full of graves. no better than the trash on the tracks, blank like concrete on the street. i love the hate i hold. growing up, i learned how to sit and listen. now i stand up and take aim from my position. ripped from the dead minds of the majority and hearing the lies of the civil authority. i’m the f-cking gun shoved into your back. they’re all dead inside with hollow eyes forcing words upon their tongues to disguise their miserable f-cking lives. they are all in the stars, but i’m looking at the gutter
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