tight rope

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TNOTV & A Colder Kind From True Nature Of The Vice (2013) Lyrics: Born into a grave, it's an endless struggle to survive I can't contain my hate for a world where rules don't apply I'm paying for the crimes I had never commit true nature of the vice has got me trying to find my rights when all the pressure crushes down on my chest, lack of opportunities for what I fucking have I can't breathe, I'm still gasping for breath it's like a rope tied around my fucking neck time stops but the world still spins when the noose grows tight, it starts to bite my skin sandman counts my days like I've been living in debt and I can't take my eyes off the hour glass future is bleak, my vision is sheathed overwhelmed by the sand that seeps true nature of the vice had me swing at the world that put me on my knees know no rules in this state of mentality finding balance on a scale that splits with a suffering loss of sanity Some people walk on roads but we trudge where the cold wind blows even if it means crossing high on a tight rope our limits put to the test, we came conquered and we outlast but still no satisfaction for what we have god damn us all sleepless days under a curse of our age gone in reverse bear the burden on our shoulders as we wander the earth for a greater meaning to exist a colder kind fuck