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Track #4 of Ginger Snaps Soundtrack: The Silent Acquiscence of Millions by Sinch.

Track #4 del BSO de Ginger Snaps: The Silent Acquiscence of Millions de Sinch.

Song Genre/Género de la Canción: Alternative Progressive Metal/Metal Alternativo-Progresivo.

I don't own the rights for this, just for fun. All rights belong to Sinch, Roadunner and John Fawcett.

No tengo los derechos de esto, lo hice por diversión. Todos los derechos son de Sinch, Roadrunner y John Fawcett.

Lyrics/Letra:

Always feeling so uncomfortable, and the situation tends to be predictable
hope slips through trained fingers, it's how it's always been
I can't seem to tear myself away, been living in the past with my mistakes
but I always find a way to numb the tension, bury thoughts alone
under the skin to hide the damage done to my defense
senses dulled then cracked, I concede that maybe
I'm unsure of just what it takes to frustrate and dismantle apathy
rain, wash away the temptations before I let them get the best of me
yesterday's accomplishments, replaced by tomorrow's burdens
a never ending cycle begins, so diseased and looking for a means to an end
I found nothings solid anymore, all that's left is try and I confess that maybe
I'm unsure of just what it takes to frustrate and dismantle apathy
rain, wash away the temptations before I let them get the best of me
designed and developed inside of my lungs, on the tip of my fucking tongue
but no one ever gets the point
that life is always about to fall to pieces, just something beautiful that's about to get wrecked
but no one wants to feel at all
because we've made ourselves so numb, but I want to feel something
I won't ever live that way again, somewhere along the line I lost feeling
and I lost control, but then I lost strength and completely lost hope
when our lives are consumed by society's fumes,
we punch our time clocks and watch the ignorance bloom
and how strange that we all feel the same, and how strange that no one dares complain
see I'm always turning backwards and forwards again retracing my steps to the bitter cold end
rewind the tape and let me see exactly where it went wrong, indulge in our pasts strong
and how strange that we all feel the same, and how strange that no one complains
designed and developed inside of my lungs on the tip of my fucking tongue
but no one ever gets the point
that life is always about to fall to pieces something beautiful that's about to get wrecked
but no one wants to feel at all
because we made ourselves so numb, don't you want to feel something.