Pour salt on their wounds, kick them while they're down.
You're just getting what you paid for, you're just evening it out.
Make them know you're always watching
And the fact of the matter is that I doubt that I suffer from self doubt.
I don't know who you think that you are. You've got another thing coming if you think it's about you. Well you're wrong again.
Push and push and push until you're pushed back again
And then push and push and push, again.
Track Name: Ghosts
Taken by strangers and gripped by envy. Your voice is still here it's just softer than ever. Stolen, our generation.
It's like oil in water. Their mouths' pressed against our ears.
When will it end.
It's like oil in water, when will it end.
We're surrounded by replicates, and founded by ghosts. This is all we will know.
Track Name: Dirt
If the dirt is pure, what fruit may grow? Is it better to be clean and not lived at all, or covered in filth and still standing tall. What fruit may grow? Life comes and goes, but from the dirt we still grow.
Opportunities will come and go. It's what you do that determines the seeds that you sow. What will grow? We're all victims of our own doubt. Bear the good fruit, despite your dirt.
Bear the good fruit despite your dirt. We're all victims, we all hurt.
I know you feel alone, and I know you feel fragile. But let me tell you one thing: We all bear the good fruit.
But only if we let it grow.
We are not afraid to show the filth we crawled through.