If you can, 'cause your god has a heavy hand. Blood red sky. Overhead my dark side is coming so you better play dead. Deep down. We're all enraged, don't wake the beast inside its cage. I know that you've been bad, shame on you for what you did. When will it be enough, shame on us, shame on all of us! Apocalypse is on its way, we're all trained Listen to Theory of a Deadman's new album "Dinosaur" available now! 🦖Buy/Stream: I feel it's all maybe in my head. Whoa oh, the world keeps spinning. Whoa oh, the world keeps spinning. Body's aching from all the stress (all the stress) Yeah I'm dead inside my skin a mess (skin a mess) One on one I can hold my own. But I'm out here fighting like I'm Al Capone. It's never enough to say I'm sorry
It's never enough to say I care
But I'm caught between what you wanted from me
And knowing if I give that to ya I might just disappear
Nobody wins when everyone's losing
It's like one step forward and two steps back
No matter what I do you're And I'll help you find the way To get rid of all your pain Little by little, day by day You'll get stronger If you need me, I'm not far away So, just hold on I'll help you find a way I'll help you find the way There's a little piece of heaven Right here where you are The fact that you keep trying Is what sets you apart Help me find the reason While Theory of a Deadman is not attempting to emulate anyone, they are honest about their influences, with Connolly revealing that he kept returning to one legendary rap-rock track for inspiration. "I remember the song that I tried to envision for the record was 'Sabotage' by Beastie Boys. I remember, that song A note by the door Simply explains It's all that remains It's no wonder why I have not slept in days The dust on the floor Piled up from the years All those scars and souvenirs Now that you're gone It's easy to see But so hard to believe By the way You left without saying Goodbye to me Now that you're gone away All I can think about is You and I'm not expected a way to end it Like a bullet that didn't go threw It's stuck inside just like you. Making me hate like you always do Now your fucking him like we were nothing. You couldn't let it be You could of let me bleed Instead it seems you keep rubbing salt in the wound You could of let me heal I hate the way it feels Now I .

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