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lyrics

We live too long,
Dying in a dream,
We're too far gone,
A fly against a screen,
We can't be wrong,
The bottom of the seen,
We ignore the gong,
Support without a beam.

Gotta call'em out,
Up against the wall,
Gotta doubt the doubt,
"Obliberate" them all,
Gotta fix the route,
The channel, flow, the fall
Gotta down'em out,
Paid with skin and in the ball.

Never go to sleep,
A moth that lick the flame,
Never go to deep,
If you wish to be the same,
Never own or keep,
The bearer of the blame,
Never try to leap,
For faith is for the lame.

Get your bottoms up!
A parasitic screed.
Get your bottoms up!
A cold, unending lead.
Get your bottoms up!
A sight reducing read.
Get your bottoms up!
An unrewarding mead.
Get your bottoms up!
A cemetery seed.
Get your bottoms up!
A predatory breed.
Get your bottoms up!
A toxic dullards deed.
Get your bottoms up!
An unnecessary need.

You are here and you can't escape there is nowhere to go nowhere to run there is no shade on the steppe of public opinion how did you think this would end how did you think this would end how did you think this would end how did you think this would end this will end...

credits

from What If I Was Wrong, released March 5, 2018
Written, produced, and mixed by Daniel Koren

Daniel Koren: Guitars, synths, drum machine, and vocals
Jeff Tapia: Vocals

Mastering by Nick Biscardi

license

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