New Bruises Hell Is A Highway (connecting Tampa And Orlando)
Repetition is another day
Seconds away to my escape
Why do they torture me?
Formulated
Sentiment gaining sediment
Is this the kiss of death?
I learned my lessons, I learned them well
Sarcasm only sugar coats
The way that I feel
They say they hear us, but they're not listening
So here we go again, one cut would kill me
Every exit is an entrance
Cheap mechanics, melodramatic
Listen, I'm not ashamed
List, I'm not afraid
Repetition is another day
