Artist: This Routine is Hell
Not a cloud in the sky, but still a howl inside.
Us kids know where the beast resides.
It’s like Jekyll and Hyde, the horror lies at our sides.
Amongst the decay of virtue lies a greater crime.
It’s not just us against them. It starts with I against I.
“I wake to see the world go wild.”
Concrete blocks pierce the sky.
Man-made green bores the mind.
This is a ballad for the stray dogs, the ones who commit to the wild.
We’ll be the blisters under your feet.
Making sure you’ll always feel the heat.
We’ll be the tumor under your skin.
We’ll be the devil’s kin.
So tell us where we’re not allowed.
We’ll be abound, making that deafening sound.
The first to know when it hits, the last to reap the benefits.
The premise never changed, we’re just a minor threat.
Still free to a certain degree?
You can thank the dogs for that.
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