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Subject 'A' wants to throw it all away
He's sick of all the pain
He wants to turn it into rage
Look how the barrel tastes
Before it's too late
I just want to get through the day
We're all just shades of gray
In a long and frantic race
To catch a dying day
I just want to get through the day
For one second I'll slit your throat
Spill blood across the floor
Put an end to this game
They thought you would have learned by now
But you're still questioning
God, would this be a better place without me
So much is lost within each second
So they say you became another waste of space
So you learn how the barrel tastes
Gray
And the world will watch as he blows his head off
I just want to get through the day
We're all just shades of gray
In a long and frantic race
To catch a dying day
I just want to get through the day
For one second I'll slit your throat
Spill blood across the floor
Put an end to this game
Take the time to smell while the rose is red
Before they're all dried up and dead
It's never too late, it's never too late
Remember the blood running through your veins
Take the time to smell while the rose is red
Before they're all dried up and dead
It's never too late, it's never too late
Remember the blood running through your veins
I just want to get through the day
We're all just shades of gray
In a long and frantic race
To catch a dying day
I just want to get through the day
For one second I'll slit your throat
Spill blood across the floor
Put an end to this game
He's sick of all the pain
He wants to turn it into rage
Look how the barrel tastes
Before it's too late
In a long and frantic race
To catch a dying day
Spill blood across the floor
Put an end to this game
But you're still questioning
God, would this be a better place without me
So much is lost within each second
So they say you became another waste of space
So you learn how the barrel tastes
Gray
And the world will watch as he blows his head off
In a long and frantic race
To catch a dying day
Spill blood across the floor
Put an end to this game
Before they're all dried up and dead
It's never too late, it's never too late
Remember the blood running through your veins
Before they're all dried up and dead
It's never too late, it's never too late
Remember the blood running through your veins
In a long and frantic race
To catch a dying day
Spill blood across the floor
Put an end to this game
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choked Up The Air On Aug 20, 2006
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Can you say suicide? Great song, message about pondering suicide and maybe homicidal rage.
this kinda seems like this might be a hate-filled response to former label mates, So They Say's hit single "Antidote for Irony"
perhaps a beef is afoot...?