A song about pushing your limits.
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Vocals: Will Stetson
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Lyrics:
“In the badlands, being born alone”
“You’ll find you’re bad for life no matter where you go”
It’s such a load of crap, we’re trapped by laws that all had said it’s so
Oh god, just leave me alone
Breaking free, escaping everything
Into the wilderness
While sliding slithered like a snake I slip
But I’m cornered in a single bad move
No use, undo, I’m stuck in every game I always lose
A lie allied in truth verses
The bright, the lights, a future yet to come
I’ll run to all the things yet to see or touch
Enough? I’ll shut you up

A life running hard until you lose your breath
Is harder than anyone said in the end
Half outta light, but I will still survive
Those rules and my limits I will override
I wish I could be the one I always said
But living a dream is pretty tough, I guess
Facing a mirror built of all my lies
I break down the road with all my might
Tomorrow outta sight

Well, guess our lives are like roulette all spinning round until the end
Why imagine we control the little bits and bobbles, then?
Wasting oxygen on hoping there’s a bit of beauty left
Go and use your time on someth ing better spent, dude
See, only money can protect you in the spitting pits of hell
Then you know that you can rule the world and everybody else
There’s not a chance that you will be the one to break the spell
If that’s everything, then later, I’ve got things to do as well
I’ll never ever tell

A life where we look upon the glory left
Is bound to destroy us, they said in the end
“Screw all the praises, there is more to life”
We curse in cubicles in overtime
I’m sick of the vloggers and their catchy trends
So reach for my hand and watch it burn in red
Blind to the errors that were left beside
Not sure what it means to be alive
Or what I’ll find

All of you buzzing ‘bout the chords you’ve written
Drooling at junk that couldn’t pass the skin
None of us know the truth of how we’re living
Yet, still you try again to sing
Another one to skip

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