Paroles: Claymore. Enough To Get By.

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oxygen to breathe and air to leave my lungs in spattered breaths
they close and open like the press
for the big news story on the back page its my page its my life
ill write it as i please now shut out the lights

fireworks falling to pavement
the concrete that creates our lives
the living walls that save us
protect us from these incandecent lies with thousands of falling tries
cracked on and settling
distilling the web of feelings
interconnect and dress like we mean its the looks that kill and i cant see you now

we're such products
such dolls and cars and hair care bottles
rotting on the side of a road
entropy declared the king and i cant seem to think
the common goods destroying the social well of a nation singing

the common good is not indeed
a way of mixed means
we cant expect our equal rights
some would rather fall and die
a flag that once meant everything now burns to ashes on the ground
our fathers died and now we're free as if
they never were around

but we've got enough to get by