They know that sleep is his only escape
So they got pills to keep him awake
His only crime was wanting to choose
The manner in which he would get used
They say reason is the only way
But they don’t need a reason to take it away
Their only crime was trying to lie
About all of the truths they have disguised
And we are the rope!
In this tug of war
Yeah we’re just joke
Just their two dollar whore
She traps herself in a prison of dreams
So they got pills to put her to sleep
Her only crime was having the will
To rise above the run of the mill
They say seasons are bound to change
Well that’s easy to say when you’re a lightyear away
The only reason they have let us survive
Is that they’ve already killed us inside
And we are the rope!
In this tug of war
Yeah we’re just joke
Just their two dollar whore
Can you not see how we’ve decayed?
Can you not see what we’ve become?
We have receded into an echo of life
We push our own necks onto the sharp end
Of the knife
And so we push on like legless men in a marathon
Our bones worn down to the joints and yet still we carry on
Our only crime is we don’t see how far back we’ve gone
Fuck it I’m tired of writing the lyrics to this song
And we are the rope!
In this tug of war
Yeah we’re just joke
Just their two dollar whore
Yeah we are the rope!
In this tug of war
This has all been a joke
I hope you didn’t get bored
credits
from Dead City Dreamer,
released July 30, 2014
Lead guitar by Maaz
Guitar solo by Ali Suhail
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