He who makes a beast out of himself
Gets rid of the pain of being a man...
Gets rid of the pain of being a man...
based asf, rip 1917
It's a shame he's gone
Life...is just an empty stage
Where do you go from here
Living...puts the words upon the page
Open to a new frontier
Your mundane life... is history
You'll seize the day... it's mystery
Cut the ripcord... don't look back
Burn the bridges down
Grab the handle... clench your fist
Beat the bastards down...
Where do you go from here
Living...puts the words upon the page
Open to a new frontier
Your mundane life... is history
You'll seize the day... it's mystery
Cut the ripcord... don't look back
Burn the bridges down
Grab the handle... clench your fist
Beat the bastards down...
Looked into the empty faces of the people of the night
And something is just not right, 'cause I know
That I gotta get out of here
I'm so alone
Don't you know that I gotta get out of here
'Cause New York's not my home...
And something is just not right, 'cause I know
That I gotta get out of here
I'm so alone
Don't you know that I gotta get out of here
'Cause New York's not my home...
The-who-cel
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