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brzowski - own lyrics

[chorus]
you don’t own me. you don’t own me
i’ve k!lled myself in years hence
i’ll probably do it again
[repeat x2]

slogging through the day-to-day life
centered and sequestered in downtown
h-ll beckoning pavement
echoing the sweet sound of domestic violence
faking a smile
it gets us an inch thinner every evening
i curse my indentured servitude
in the filthy planetoid

counting copper and contemplating
the niche employment opportunities
the scr-p metal scavenging
sometimes the anxiety gets the better of our narrator
and he stays in his hovel
confuse the vultures
rest -ssured they’re circling
bring me the horizon
so i know i’ve survived another revolution
of the super highway to the beckoning end
lace ’em up, garbage needs hauling
mother needs calling
not to reiterate the need to feed yawning addictions

it’s so easy to tread figure 8’ed cesspool
the exit sign has been remodeled to read, “stop”
the red octagon and pictogram pharmacy
has been referred to as complacent
but surely not contentment
a self-help book on cd for the deaf
embittered? nah
amazing powers of observation
a death-drive to outpace
the most aggressive of plagues
thumbing on the road to perdition

[pre-chorus]
we’re living hard
we’re getting to old to die young
i show these scars
falling sewn up sun
we build this fire
so people won’t be outrun
this sin of ours
has been turning me cold since day one

[chorus x2]

would you tell the queen of october
i’ve been waiting for the text back?
filing down keys for self defense
the compression is on my chest and temples
not solely vocal
since flunking out of viking middle school
feed your f-cking crack baby
with dhs and the thumbs

ravage health, insanity
with a contagion creeping across the decades
orbiting dirty with a hangover
just under half a lifetime
a return to former cry for help
all of the above
while climbing the rotten timber tower
sodomy and the lash

tone-deaf forever with dirty work
with nothing the last meal and ashes falling
spirit crushed is just a modus operandi for us all
how’s that for creatures comforted?
rest coast is on swap meet keyboard clean dust rewards
autographed copy of the grand inquisitor’s manual
dog-eared, spiral-bound, encrypted memoirs, cardboard forts
a deeper friends in preparing scars in earning
a triple-six in one-upsmanship
and hoisting the last filthy gl-ss
acknowledging the gawkers and mourners, the bark return

[pre-chorus]

cold since day one
been turning me cold since day one
day one
been turning me cold since day one

cold since day one

- brzowski lyrics

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