Weeping Sores
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โฑ๏ธ 4:00 duration
๐ ID: 3784005
๐ Lyrics
Addiction's a son of a bitch
Face the daylight
I've said it a thousand times
Isn't it obvious?
Something has got to change
The discontent that manifests represents
The perfect fuel to reignite the passions
That serve only to preserve you
Yet still you extinguish the pilot light
The less you do in life, the more you tire of it
Yet narcotic escapades prove only to disconnect
Isn't it ironic?
Consumption instigates pain
Those vacuous formed habits prove only to disconnect
Addiction's a son of a bitch
And you are the surrogate
Gorge on the agony
Rend apart those weeping sores
Time's up you coward
Years of shifting blame and running blind catch up to you
You can't escape the disdain
Debilitated by past actions, tainted
Crushed by the weight of your vice
Intoxicated with pain
Time's up, you coward
The less you do in life the more you tire of it
Yet narcotic escapades prove only to disconnect
Addiction's a son of a bitch
And you are the surrogate
Descendant of failure
Offspring of misery
Gorge on the agony
Rend apart those weeping sores
Rend apart those weeping sores
Rend apart those weeping sores
Face the daylight
I've said it a thousand times
Isn't it obvious?
Something has got to change
The discontent that manifests represents
The perfect fuel to reignite the passions
That serve only to preserve you
Yet still you extinguish the pilot light
The less you do in life, the more you tire of it
Yet narcotic escapades prove only to disconnect
Isn't it ironic?
Consumption instigates pain
Those vacuous formed habits prove only to disconnect
Addiction's a son of a bitch
And you are the surrogate
Gorge on the agony
Rend apart those weeping sores
Time's up you coward
Years of shifting blame and running blind catch up to you
You can't escape the disdain
Debilitated by past actions, tainted
Crushed by the weight of your vice
Intoxicated with pain
Time's up, you coward
The less you do in life the more you tire of it
Yet narcotic escapades prove only to disconnect
Addiction's a son of a bitch
And you are the surrogate
Descendant of failure
Offspring of misery
Gorge on the agony
Rend apart those weeping sores
Rend apart those weeping sores
Rend apart those weeping sores
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:09.50] Addiction's a son of a bitch
[00:13.30]
[00:34.73] Face the daylight
[00:37.62] I've said it a thousand times
[00:40.81] Isn't it obvious?
[00:43.88] Something has got to change
[00:45.60] The discontent that manifests represents
[00:48.35] The perfect fuel to reignite the passions
[00:50.95] That serve only to preserve you
[00:53.95] Yet still you extinguish the pilot light
[00:57.95] The less you do in life, the more you tire of it
[01:03.28] Yet narcotic escapades prove only to disconnect
[01:08.72] Isn't it ironic?
[01:11.32] Consumption instigates pain
[01:13.93] Those vacuous formed habits prove only to disconnect
[01:23.88] Addiction's a son of a bitch
[01:26.33]
[01:31.13] And you are the surrogate
[01:33.58]
[01:38.30] Gorge on the agony
[01:40.01]
[01:45.72] Rend apart those weeping sores
[01:51.43] Time's up you coward
[01:53.08] Years of shifting blame and running blind catch up to you
[01:55.87] You can't escape the disdain
[01:58.85] Debilitated by past actions, tainted
[02:02.59] Crushed by the weight of your vice
[02:10.03] Intoxicated with pain
[02:20.17] Time's up, you coward
[02:27.96] The less you do in life the more you tire of it
[02:33.35] Yet narcotic escapades prove only to disconnect
[02:43.03] Addiction's a son of a bitch
[02:45.93]
[02:50.15] And you are the surrogate
[02:52.54]
[02:57.34] Descendant of failure
[02:59.45]
[03:04.50] Offspring of misery
[03:06.43]
[03:11.76] Gorge on the agony
[03:13.61]
[03:18.87] Rend apart those weeping sores
[03:22.06]
[03:42.31] Rend apart those weeping sores
[03:49.88] Rend apart those weeping sores
[03:57.05]
[00:13.30]
[00:34.73] Face the daylight
[00:37.62] I've said it a thousand times
[00:40.81] Isn't it obvious?
[00:43.88] Something has got to change
[00:45.60] The discontent that manifests represents
[00:48.35] The perfect fuel to reignite the passions
[00:50.95] That serve only to preserve you
[00:53.95] Yet still you extinguish the pilot light
[00:57.95] The less you do in life, the more you tire of it
[01:03.28] Yet narcotic escapades prove only to disconnect
[01:08.72] Isn't it ironic?
[01:11.32] Consumption instigates pain
[01:13.93] Those vacuous formed habits prove only to disconnect
[01:23.88] Addiction's a son of a bitch
[01:26.33]
[01:31.13] And you are the surrogate
[01:33.58]
[01:38.30] Gorge on the agony
[01:40.01]
[01:45.72] Rend apart those weeping sores
[01:51.43] Time's up you coward
[01:53.08] Years of shifting blame and running blind catch up to you
[01:55.87] You can't escape the disdain
[01:58.85] Debilitated by past actions, tainted
[02:02.59] Crushed by the weight of your vice
[02:10.03] Intoxicated with pain
[02:20.17] Time's up, you coward
[02:27.96] The less you do in life the more you tire of it
[02:33.35] Yet narcotic escapades prove only to disconnect
[02:43.03] Addiction's a son of a bitch
[02:45.93]
[02:50.15] And you are the surrogate
[02:52.54]
[02:57.34] Descendant of failure
[02:59.45]
[03:04.50] Offspring of misery
[03:06.43]
[03:11.76] Gorge on the agony
[03:13.61]
[03:18.87] Rend apart those weeping sores
[03:22.06]
[03:42.31] Rend apart those weeping sores
[03:49.88] Rend apart those weeping sores
[03:57.05]