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Kill Your Idols From Companionship To Competition

Wake up every morning with a pain my head I have to peel myself up off this fucking bed I really wish I could stay here instead Days like these are days

For your band to get big you'd spit on your friends try to duplicate what cant be comprehend I saw your show I wasn't impressed will you be remembered

we once had (From companionship to competition) Standing up against the things that make us mad (From companionship to competition) It supposed to be a lifestyle, not a fad (From companionship to competition

Got home from work, sat down, put on the TV You called me up and I didn't know what to say It's been some time since we hung at the record store So much

Capture punk inside a store Leave your costume at the door This is how sometimes I feel When I see kids that aren't real I used to be an outcast I

And if certain things change I'm still the same, just rearranged Fuck all these fools live by your own fucking rules Do what is right Not because it's fucking cool Open your eyes Your

a rut these wrists should be cut I'm all out, fuck fuck fuck! where did I go with what I know? I've seen this place before a view from the floor

Your wish is my command How can I live like this, don't you understand? You know your wish is my command Now my life is in the palm of your hand Memories