Correction Lyrics Streets of Satire by Fyre

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There's nowhere left to run, staring at the Sun
Can't believe what I've become
Past the point of no return
I don't enjoy letting myself burn, but there's nothing
Else to do, tired of bluffing
I know it's true, the truth is ugly
Confusion's blue, I don't love me
I don't love you, can't afford anything on life's menu
Consumed by pain, left to down and singing blues in the rain
Can't get out of the caboose of this train
Feel like I'm bout to blow out my brain any day now
The end is near, have no idea how
I ended up here with nowhere else to go
When I used to wonder how it felt to know
On the under, my life's a show

Come into cribs with cigarettes
And throwing darts back and forth with the half of me
That comes for all after no one comes naturally
While beauty falls, the streets of satires to see it raw
Peel the ages from desire, the eyes are empty land
Full of the fire that burns to understand
A land you can die for, when it expands
Can't say sh*t but my Lord smoking strands
Knocking on each of our doors, and I'll be damned
If my soul sucks their sore, kiss they hand
Cus it don't own me no more
Let it give you the world, I'll supply you with flames
P*ssed as the faith and cold as the walls, appointed by the pains
Taken by breath cus we can't trust the names
Physical frustration is a blessing
Resting investing, let it swing
Think that I bring, can't sing, soldiers scream
Surprise is surprising only to a fool
If you knew what I knew
Why the f**k you think I'm so confused? Worthy to
Knew what I knew, forgot what I forgot
Grew from the clues
Burn crops to stop my plots

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