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Tell The Angels To Fuck Off / Syndrome

by starsdontmeananything

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Tell The Angels To Fuck Off 03:05
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We’re fucking better than this, We’re worth so much more, So much hate turned inward, There’s addresses and names accountable. It’s always been so difficult, Had a reason but I forgot what, does it matter if I’m still around, When any day now I know I’ll succumb? My hands are bound and bleeding, While I hold the rope and knife, Heaven, purgatory, hell, I don’t have it in me to decide. Why do we surrender Any thought that we can make a change? Nothing worse than giving in, I’m letting go of my demons today. What the fuck are we doing? Watching the world burn in real time? No need to improve things, Just waiting for the storm to pass by, What else do we have? No hope, dreams, or necessities, Be grateful for what we lack? We’re all barely surviving. I don’t want a knife to my throat, Telling me to accept my role. Martyrdom is for fools, If we wanna die what are we waiting for? The choice to be imperfect, Opportunities never seized upon. I’m sick of thinking am I worth it, There’s a billion others things to think of. We’re fucking better than this, We’re worth so much more. Life is pain and regret, What are you suffering for? It’ll always be so difficult, It never matters what I want. The only reason I’m still around, I can’t leave with how little I’ve done. My hands are free and willing, Still I can’t bring myself to comply, Heaven, purgatory, hell, Why is it so hard to put up a fight? Why should we surrender? Fully believe that we make a change. Feeling crippled from what we carry, We only grow stronger from the weight. We’re fucking better than this, We’re worth so much more, We’re fucking better than this, What are you suffering for?
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Syndrome 02:43
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I can’t keep up I can’t keep up Too many people I’ve met All for what All for what Too many faces to forget. I’m not present I resent it Knowing I won’t show up with intention Poor mannequin Who’s faces have been used up Focus slips away What will it take? To fix this brain Hot-wired mess of shame I’m stuck inside a dream the worst possibility. And all I can say is sorry, I’m stuck inside a dream, Decaying reality, And all I can say is And all I can say is Focus slips away What will it take? To fix this brain Hot-wired mess of shame

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released April 20, 2023

Recorded by Adam Smith at Fly Honey Warehouse in Albuquerque, New Mexico
Mixed and Mastered by Austin Minney at All Aces Studio in Denver, Colorado
Album Artwork by Alexander Wren Parrish

Adam Smith - Vocals, Guitar
Sasha Guleff - Drums
Cheianne Armstrong - Bass
Santiago Saenz - Guitar

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Screamo/Hardcore from Albuquerque, New Mexico.

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