What great risk to truly live
We could die alone
Self-proclaimed meaning of bliss
Is getting what weÂ’re owed.
ItÂ’s always getting what weÂ’re owed.
I am like a machine,
All that I really need is medicine
And then IÂ’ll fall fast asleep.
In my dreamlike state
IÂ’ll pretend IÂ’m unscathed,
But when I wake up my resilience fades.
When I wake up my resilience fades.
How long?
I know thereÂ’s more to life than slavery,
IÂ’m tired of dying.
I know thereÂ’s more to life than drinking
This soul sick medicine.
Oh no, no IÂ’ll never listen or do what IÂ’m told.
At twenty-four youÂ’d think IÂ’d hold my speech.
Instead IÂ’ll mix you a cocktail,
Some truth and some slander
And never practice what I preach.
I never practice what I preach.
How long?
I know thereÂ’s more to life than slavery,
IÂ’m tired of dying.
I know thereÂ’s more to life than drinking
This soul sick medicine.
compositores: Matthew McDonald,Justin Duque,Paul Erickson
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