Street Sects – Riding the Clock Lyrics

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Why did I wake up?
What was the use?
Fucked up the one good thing I had
Why would I break in to my own mind to deface everything of value?

I pissed on every carpet
I shit on every bed
Jacked off on every toothbrush
Got dressed and went to work

It's ok, just die!
Die!
Die!

It's alright to hide from life
And sometimes it's what I need
The world is just as hateful as I am

I put the blame on the ones who made me
I point my finger at circumstance
I never asked to live
So I'm not ashamed to take and never give
In the end, who's counting?

I put the man in the mirror down
And sold his organs to pay my mortgage
I can't afford to pretend to be kind
I let my ulcers decide if you're worth my time
I fail to see the point in entertaining bullshit
Cost of breathing's now sky high
Why would I take what they've prescribed?
I tried that once, never again

It's the hope that hangs you
"Follow you heart"
It's not beating
"Follow you dreams"
You're a fucking fraud
Look me in the eye and tell me that you're fulfilled

I can't feel it
Everyday it strips away
Just when I start to feel okay
That's when the alarm sounds

Circumstance, circumstance, circumstance, circumstance

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