Faux​-​Intellectual

from by Brian Cunningham

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Sleep more, nothing accomplished I’m wasting my time
These floors, hardwood feels softer when your feet never touch the ground
I’m sick for something that tastes better, victory means nothing to me
Privileged whore, I’ll sell my soul for pleasure, no pain shall I endure

Action is nothing but a reaction, fancies pretend, I’m nothing new
If it was original it was lost long ago in the human mind

Restore, I still believe in us, I don’t even believe myself
Deplore, clouds contain hydrogen, oxygen and war
Ignore, you can’t hear the sound of passion in my voice anymore
Strict chores, the good dies young as we grow old

I took you seriously all along, embraced you and smiled
Yesterday, today, tomorrow I’ll never have something to show

I still give a fuck
It looks pathetic, but on the inside I’m laughing harder than too many people can understand

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from The First of the Worst (Demo), track released October 28, 2011

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