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Steaksauce Mustache - All Juice, No Noise. lyrics

Artist: Steaksauce Mustache

album: All Juice, No Noise.


The blind embrace of a newborn babe
(Be afraid, be very afraid)
Doomed to struggle in a state of decay
(Be afraid, be afraid)
Arena born and forced to play
(Be afraid, be very afraid)
Carve our names on an empty grave
(Be afraid, be afraid)
I'd rather die for something
Than hide another day in the shadow of fear
You can bury your head in the quicksand
While I grow my wings in the atmosphere
I'd rather die for something
Than hide another day in the shadow of fear
You can bury your head in the quicksand
While I grow my wings in the atmosphere
Micro dose our abstracted brains
(Be afraid, be very afraid)
Nursing a retina dopamine buffet
(Be afraid, be afraid)
A Prophet's head speaks on a silver tray
(Be afraid, be very afraid)
The profits puppeteer the morbid display
But I will not be afraid
Yeah, I'd rather die for something
Than hide another day in the shadow of fear
You can bury your head in the quicksand
While I grow my wings in the atmosphere
Yeah, I'd rather die for something
Than hide another day in the shadow of fear
You can bury your head in the quicksand
While I grow my wings in the atmosphere
Tell me, dear friend
Why do you cower at the shadows
Lurking in the dark?
Fear would have you buy passage
Waste away as a calm hostage
In the belly of a dead-end God forsaken ark
Bravery may be excessively difficult to dig up
But I'd rather die digging than living a life of comfort
Left questioning, always questioning
Questioning, questioning, questioning why
I'd rather die a failure than never have even tried
Hey kids, be obedient
Do what you're told
Your fear is legitimized
So buy more gold
Turn me inside out just to make yourself feel a little bit happy
I could eat your whole world but somehow still end up feeling empty
We don't even like the taste, yet here we are, throwing salt on all our wounds
So tell me why do I feel betrayed when I twist the knife in you?
Who are you to shoot me down when I'm on my sleigh?
You're going to shoot your eye out kid, put that gun away
Who am I to wear your crown when I have no faith?
If you don't confess what you did, there will be hell to pay
Sever the burden tied around your neck
Our sorrow is not weakness, even Jesus wept
Pull the pin out of the grenade
The sound you make will resonate on deaf ears, but they can't ignore the flames
Hey kids, be different
Don't fit the mold
Your fear is weaponized
For their control
Swallow down the poison that I made, when I disagree
The wait for them to all drop dead is patiently killing me
Pobody is nerfect, I am king
Pobody is nerfect, please forgive me

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