24 Hours
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24 Hours Lyrics
I'm the ghost of your transgressions
The cracks in cement pavement
The frays before the snap
I'm the empathy you lack
We're under heavy attack
How can we build when you tear us down?
The fact that you got me running out of troubles in question
The shots fired are no ceiling to broke glass
It's so cold, I'll never be number one
Life's gold, torn hearts from the young
Burned hole, poison mold on your tongue
Not satisfied with anyone
Waking up to twenty four
Your expectations at my door
I can't ever seem to prove my worth
To you, to you
Waking up to twenty four
I ran, I stayed, I lied, I swore
But I won't waste my life anymore
For you, for you
Here lies the American dream
Replaced by this new age hypocrisy
Of archaic beliefs contained in greed
It seems we crush our skulls but we don't aim to bleed
Drown this where we found this
Laid to rest, dress the crest, underground this
Bleed and branded, taught to abandon
Mediocrity's always second-handed
Waking up to twenty four
Your expectations at my door
I can't ever seem to prove my worth
To you, to you
Waking up to twenty four
I ran, I stayed, I lied, I swore
But I won't waste my life anymore
For you, for you
We're moving on to higher ground
We've gone too far to look back now
We're moving on to higher ground
We've gone too far to look back now
Waking up to twenty four
Your expectations at my door
I can't ever seem to prove my worth
To you, to you
Waking up to twenty four
I ran, I stayed, I lied, I swore
But I won't waste my life anymore
For you, for you
We're moving on to higher ground
We've gone too far to look back now
The cracks in cement pavement
The frays before the snap
I'm the empathy you lack
We're under heavy attack
How can we build when you tear us down?
The fact that you got me running out of troubles in question
The shots fired are no ceiling to broke glass
It's so cold, I'll never be number one
Life's gold, torn hearts from the young
Burned hole, poison mold on your tongue
Not satisfied with anyone
Waking up to twenty four
Your expectations at my door
I can't ever seem to prove my worth
To you, to you
Waking up to twenty four
I ran, I stayed, I lied, I swore
But I won't waste my life anymore
For you, for you
Here lies the American dream
Replaced by this new age hypocrisy
Of archaic beliefs contained in greed
It seems we crush our skulls but we don't aim to bleed
Drown this where we found this
Laid to rest, dress the crest, underground this
Bleed and branded, taught to abandon
Mediocrity's always second-handed
Waking up to twenty four
Your expectations at my door
I can't ever seem to prove my worth
To you, to you
Waking up to twenty four
I ran, I stayed, I lied, I swore
But I won't waste my life anymore
For you, for you
We're moving on to higher ground
We've gone too far to look back now
We're moving on to higher ground
We've gone too far to look back now
Waking up to twenty four
Your expectations at my door
I can't ever seem to prove my worth
To you, to you
Waking up to twenty four
I ran, I stayed, I lied, I swore
But I won't waste my life anymore
For you, for you
We're moving on to higher ground
We've gone too far to look back now
From the album: Works of Progress
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