1. Cursed

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2. You People Are Messed Up

Why complicate the reasons behind preceding failures lying within us?
Look beyond deceit, journey through the corridors of convoluted mazes of departure.
Knowing damn well that our previous encounters were merely known as stepping stones.
Onward to our inteded destiny.

Abolish all, all preconcieved, notions of our former selfs.

This time around
We are back with a vengeance
Groomed with agility,
Our styles packed with versatility.

So brace yourselfs for this devestation
A punch to the face

Prepared and inclined to detonate this world
Go fuck yourselfs

No holds barred.
Mediocrity considered as fair play.
Our strongest beliefs.
Your narrowed point of views
You don't deserve to be alive
Senseless morons will never take our self respect.

3. The More Things Change The More They Stay The Same

If you are a blameless victim, I guess that makes me the culprit in this absurd affair.
Never would have I imagined it to be quite like this.
Recap and play it back.
No matter how you look at this, the numbers they never lie.
Unable to wrap my head around this, the only question left is why?
To salvage what's left of these fading memories.
Furious bursts of rage overwhlem the best of us.
A scapegoat for all your fucking flaws.
The breaking point becomes inevitable.
My soul is protected by fire, reinforced with optimism.
Conforming to what was begged of us.
Through thick and thin, we stood our ground.
We fought tough and held our own, we stood our ground.
If you are the innocent victim, I guess that makes me the culprit in this affair.
To salvage what's left of these fading memories.
Furious bursts of rage overwhelm the best of us.
A scapegoat for all your fucking flaws.

4. This Is The Last Time I Repeat Myself

I'm never going to live this one down.
The weight of these burdens held upon our fail backs, just what where you thinking?
A feebleminded idea you got caught up in
Stained with a poignant shade of shame, tears fill the void in your bland eyes.
You find yourself trembling over words you cannot bear to speak.
What the fuck is the matter with you?
After all the shit that you put us through, is this really what we've come to?
When broken down, this feels just like d?j? vue.
You know that it's inevitable, that all things good must eventually come to an end.
A bond kept strong for 12 years long, now here we stand writing up this song.
Believe me you will know this deception.
This anguish felt from the treacherous betrayal you've drawn upon us through the years.
Through it all, I can't help but feel fatuous.
Reminiscing over everything, this seems all too predictable.
Were we ever worth our former selves, tonight still plenty young and we're yet to become.
The very thought of confronting you with these allegations, recollections of past life obsess my every sentiment.
We won't go down without a fight.
What the fuck is the matter with you?
After all the shit that you put us through, is this really what we've come to?
When broken down, this feels like just d?j? vue.

5. No Care Ever

Could more have been done?
Bright lights flashing through the night sky.
Incoherent voices flood the void consumed.
Gazing over the remains of this transformed cast, how could we left it come to this?
Finding yourself stranded at crossroads.
Hesitant to proceed forward.
Led to believe from the start that we are the ones to break the mold and our insecurities are obstacles to overcome.
Choking on bullshit lies, introduced by our forefathers.
The notion of absolution.
This notion of absolution, the profoundest of fairy tales declared.
From the depths we have risen overcoming these said obstacles.
Feel our inspiration arise, strengthen these ties, masking the truth before our very eyes.
I stand before you today battered and bruised, rusted broken and abused.
I no longer want to play my part in this.
I now refuse to play a role in this.
The harshest of realizations is understanding that through this.
Throughout this mess, I could have done more.
Finding yourself stranded at crossroads.
Reluctant to proceed forward.
Led to believe from the start that we are the ones to break the mold.

6. After Everything That's Happened, What Did You Expect

Fuck you... so after everything that's happened here between us, just what the fuck did you expect?
I put up with all your bullshit and games, not to mention disrespect.
Now after everything that's gone down here between us, can you finally come forth and admit your faults?
Fuck! Who the hell am I kidding?
I know that you haven't changed at all.
Over consumed with popularity and looks, unable to free myself from these ridiculous hooks.
It was never in my nature to act out in rage, unleashing a bitter being of uncanny viciousness.
It's time to take out the trash.
Bitch, I'm taking you out tonight.
When I'm through with you, no one will ever want anything to do with you again.
Go fuck yourself you're an ignorant hood rat.

7. We Like To Call This One... Fuck Off

Can you taste the sarcasm off my breath?
Can you hear our frustration streaming through your ears?
I've spent my whole life waiting for this moment, not to worry though; tonight's feeling like this might be the one.
For I am the spark to light this flame, I'm the wind blowing your houses down.
I'm the fear atrociously consumed, nightmares you cannot rid yourself of, until the end of days in pursuit of this.
For I am the spark to light this flame, I'm the wind blowing your houses down.
Can you see consequences to your actions?
Can you smell our vindication in the air?
What's that look you carry on your face signify?
Not to worry though; tonight's feeling like this might be the one.
I'm the fear atrociously consumed, nightmares you cannot rid yourself of.
The sole purpose of my my existence.
The sole purpose of my very existence, defined by the extremeness of which you felt so strong.
Ramification shall be paid.
I've been reconfigured, precisely crafted, moulded to perfection,
in order to make every single moment of the remainder of your insignificant life a settlement of sorts,
for the end always justifies the means.

8. Can Someone Please Explain This To Me?

Can someone please explain this to me?
All signs indicate the worst still to come.
Who will be there to break our fall?
Better yet, who'll stick around to tear down this wall?
Ostracized from our domestic habitation.
Heavily blinded from characterization.
All the while helping to strengthen and solidify our local foundations, establishing our safe haven.
I wouldn't change a single thing about it.
A common goal for us all to strive for.
So why's it all swerving out of control?
Out of focus. It's slowly fading away in the distance.
Every attempt made at survival has failed.
Panic stricken the fear eats you alive.
Stranded in solitude, with only the blackness of night guiding these damned souls
Remain with the idea of redemption through renewal.
To be reborn into this youthful wake of rejunvenation.
To attack the whole with new tactics and groove.
Our motivation secured for years to come.

9. Disaster In Sight

A foul stench of fear overwhelms us all.
Willingly marching this path unknown.
We're left with the dull realization; we once sat high up on this broken throne.
They came and left without a trace.
Undeniable, yet so quick and prompt, like a ghost baring no face.
A wretched disease injected within us, poisoning our souls and darkening our creation.
Beneath these crowded streets lies the savage from our pasts,
reborn into questionable beings of menacing expression.
Coming forth to bestow our transition into this.
Burn this city down.
Too many sleepless hours wasted dwelling over what could have been.
Knowing that someday we might just win.
Determined to persist on forward, brother or none I'm here as a reminder.
The time is now.
Come alive, secure our demise in this.
Wipe the slate clean from the lies of our distinct resurgence.

10. This Is Considered Mere Formality

Every now and then life forces you to choose sides, straying from the course of your everyday passage.
Our intuition blindly leading us into uncharted grounds, a blackened shrine captivating fearless intellects.
Nothing can affect our alliance here.
Forcing a deaf ear to all their critiques.
Rekindling embers of a departed past seems so much easier said than done.
These bodies are far from being indestructible.
Contradicting what we were brought up to believe.
While your lives hang in the balance, we stand indecisive as to which way to venture.
We're born infidel to our upbringings and our every fraternal instinct.
Sit back and watch these lives collapse, knowing that compassion can be carried out.
To change individuals for the better with a simple wish to make these wrongs, right.

11. This Feels Like The End...

I'd like to trust that you're not a piece of shit as you fooled us all into believing.
Some how, deep down I know we're all mistaken, you remain a moronic passing phase.
It's ironic to see yourself as the villain and mutual trust was never considered as a given right.
The day my fist comes into contact with your face,
I hope you'll realize that your life's a disgrace, you punk ass chump.
Keep running your mouth like you're some kind of know it all, you know what they say?
The taller they are the harder they fall.
There's nothing left to say about this fib of treachery and so we fall back down just to pick ourselves back up again.
This is my town, this is my hood, don't get shit misunderstood, you wouldn't get it even if you could.
Still spotting you at all the places we used to meet, keep sporting that obnoxious smile on your face.
Your mother.
Your poor mother raised a pathetic asshole.
She's best to kiss you goodnight one last time before I never give her the chance again.
Don't get it twisted, my goal's not to take you out.
It's to disgrace your name in shame and all which you stand for.
I don't know why you think you're slick, I don't know why you think you're quick,
I know you can't compete with this dick, all I know is you're gonna wish you'd quit.
The day my fist comes into contact with your face,
I hope you reallize that your life's a disgrace, you punk ass chump.
I don't know why you think you're sick, I don't know why you brought your clique,
I know you can't compete with this dick, all I know is you're gonna wish you'd quit.
Your life ain't shit.
You don't got what it takes to roll with us.
Pull over and hand me my nine, I know I got you as soon as I spot you.

12. They'll Never Know

I seek through these charred remmants for a vunerable person I once knew.
We outgrew all our shattered dreams.
Our hopes for the future were as bold as any.
Now look at where we ended up.
The day my fist comes into contact with your fucking face, I hope you'll realize your life's a disgrace.
You white trash bitch.
Keep running your mouth like you're some kind of know it all.
You know you're gonna fall.
Your life ain't shit.