Can't cut your tongue with palms in heat while you sweat your lungs give up.
And in the same breath you'll
Crawl out from under
Crawl out from under,
Burn all the bullshit then start on the rest of your life.
Crawl out from under,
Crawl out from under,
Tell your lies on the back of a postcard.
I'm starting again, I'll send you a postcard.
If you feel alive your conscience crumbles.
And if your luck runs it's course we'll be complacent in our will to carry on.
Just carry on and waste your life away where you belong.
Bend over backwards it feels alright.
All hail convention it feels alright (yea!).
You hear the voices you know their right.
Complain to God but you know he's right.
Now everything's a farse, since everyone died.
Now everything's a farse (yea!)
Crawl out from under
Crawl out from under, burn all the bullshit then start on the rest of your life.
Crawl out from under
Crawl out from under, battle am I not supposed to battle and fight for the rest of life?

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