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No Service Project We Are The Music Makers

The stage is set, you better play it light The lights go up, it's opening night Hold back on what I know is me The house lights dim, the crowd rolls

once put a smile on my face the pain is now gone but so is the pleasure a turn for the worst - same as turn for the better lost in a world of hypocrisy all we

Livin' this life ain't nothin' but a joke I can think all day and watch my brain smoke I figured it out that I can't figure out shit And if I did I wouldn

I'm huffing fumes because I'm willing to try anything trapped in the past by the clutches of those dead to me I'm hanging on by a morcel of my sanity

The world's on your shoulders All that weight on your back Really realizing We're under attack I've been waiting Since yesterday For the sun to rise

deal with this bullshit everyday I never really cared that much anyway are you ready to fuckin? give it up? are you ready to fuckin? quit? ?cause this world we