50/50

from Hand In The Clouds by Conquerors

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lyrics

Every day I wake up I put on this cold steel mask. It's a task.
Thoughts and feelings pushed to the side cause I can't begin to know hot to cope.
Oddly enough to me I'm comfortable at the end of my rope.
I've been searching with no response as time ticks on in this clock.
We're all dead to me it seems and that could just be the best thing.
Drugs, they take more of my friends than cancer.

50\50 we're all gonna die.
I may as well prick my arm just for a seconds high.
50\50 we're all gonna die.
Then put a gun in my mouth and say goodbye.

The truth is I wrote this song because I can't get it out of my head that my friend overdosed on meth.
You've been searching with no response as time ticks on in this clock.
We're all dead to me it seems and what does it even mean?

50\50 we're all gonna die.
I may as well prick my arm just for a second's high.
50\50 we're all gonna die.
Then put a gun in my mouth and say..

I hate this world of drugs and booze.
I hate that my friends entertain it even more.
I've been watching everyone I love drop like flies, and it haunts me every single day and night.
But I can't escape my past and I can't see a future in sight.
I am insecure, unconfident.
I missed my friends before they were dead.