Hulda Elira: Crowded halls with eyes that follow
Counting one step as I try to hide away
With my eyes glued to the pages
Sick of facing another day
Hoping to burn this life of a chapter
Not knowing how to take the words that they all send
All the punches, the lies and the laughter
Wishing that I could make it all end
(Make it all end)
Emjay: I don't want you to ask what I've done in the past
How long will you last with a difficult task?
People who's cruel, all they do is harrase
Fuck this shit, we need a different cast
Who's gonna stay with you? Maybe a day or two
Everybody has a fake friend, gonna fade it soon
They wanna play it too
Facing the bitter truth
How will this end? Well, stay tuned
Cuz it's alot of them out there who does care
And I can probably say that it's not fair
To be treated like a nobody cuz nobody will ever see that this is the real deal, I stop there
But there's hope for some and there's hope for none
Don't think that you're the only one to be slowly gone
I look up at the sky, at the holy sun
Praying that this madness will all be done
Do you even listen? Well, that's because your brain is missing
Wanna take this seriously? It's your decision
Really thought that all of this was fake? Well, it isn't
Shit happens too often
Too many people dies and end up in a coffin because of the pain that's going through the brain
Their blood is on your hands, man, just saying
But to top it all off, life goes on
I make it real with the white mask on
Take another pill, you were proven wrong
Gonna sit still, but not for long
The worst part is that it looks like it's too much
Who will do such a thing? Look don't touch
I could say that I feel the same, but I can't cuz you're to blame
Hulda Elira: Crowded halls with eyes that follow
Counting one step as I try to hide away
With my eyes glued to the pages
Sick of facing another day
Hoping to burn this life of a chapter
Not knowing how to take the words that they all send
All the punches, the lies and the laughter
Wishing that I could make it all end
(Make it all end)
Typicul: I've never been picked on, shit on, pissed on, but I have seen all the people with the peeling stares
At the low class struggeling to breath some air
You say you do, but you don't really care
None of us do and it's not a lie
Pulling out peace signs, hold 'em high
Put the finger in the air, better hold 'em high
Teacher's telling us all to rise
A student is gone, packed and just left
Not coming back cuz of lack of respect
We're playing are cards from half of the deck
We're sorry written with a captial S
2015; not a damn difference
Really we still have the caste system
What do we do with out past wisdom?
Harrased with 'em, we laugh, kick and ignore
Nothing is shocking, they're locking themself in a coffin; a musical world
Because of the things she usually heard, she wouldn't know she's a beautiful girl
There's some things I regret in the past (Uh)
But none of them less than the last (Uh)
At least I can say I didn't do any to be impressing in class (Uh)
Who's to decide who's to laugh or to cry and why make us feel like we're some or none?
Why the strong always hold the gun?
I'm folding my wrongs like the only one
Tell me: what do you do when I turn the table
'For you realize that you've burnt an angle
And the next time you're telling youself you care, remember that you weren't there
Hulda Elira: Crowded halls with eyes that follow
Counting one step as I try to hide away
With my eyes glued to the pages
Sick of facing another day
Hoping to burn this life of a chapter
Not knowing how to take the words that they all send
All the punches, the lies and the laughter
Wishing that I could make it all end.

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