every single night i lie awake
wishing i could find the strength to leave this cage
i'm looking back on choices i have made
through the window of a prison we e
i'm just fucking sick of being used
every moment of my life is mass produced
work the days away until it's time for us to die
in the end there's nothing left to comfort us except the lies
well i refuse to be a part of the decline
there are better ways to spend the little time
we have left to get the most out of our lives
we measure worth by what we carry inside
i sit back and watch the ones i love scrape by
the escape of substance is clouding up their eyes
and soon the years will carry us away
we'll forget we ever knew eachother
forget we were ever young at all
we value our time here
We value our time here...

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