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Cash For An 8-Ball - Nihilistic(Drum Cover)

Track one off of "This Isn't Life" EP by Cashed Ouy My Luck.

Cashed Out My Luck - Start The Insanity

The color of cash has rubbed off on your hands,
your soul now glows green with envy slave to greedy demands.
You reach deep into your pocket and surrender a piece of your soul.
Ever eager for a profit, they sell the dreams they stole!

In dying ash you lie morbid and helplessly,
your vibrant frame of mind will succumb to sickness and disease!

The void left inside can't be paved with pocket change,
the well must be dug even deeper, it's your life rearranged.
A spectacle so sad you don't feel it's unyieldly grip.
You'll never be free while avarice anchors your ship.
While clawing your prison walls you fail to realize,
that self sets up all these falls, lashing out scars you inside!

Dying For A Dollar(Lo - Fi)

A foot in the door and on the other side is a rude awakening.
These late nights thinking what I'm gonna do there's no end in questioning.
The world doesn't wait for anyone.
Trying to collect what's left of me.
Tomorrow's gone, there's nothing left today.
Slowly rotting in my grave, when all I'm trying to do is scratch for air!

This Isn't Life(Lo - Fi)

I've met triumph and disaster and they're both imposters,
our wisdom can be marred by the thoughts we foster.
Daunting days rise with the sun, paralyzing voices trickle out one by one!
Until a cacophony of depression pours like a screeching waterfall that never runs dry!

Daunting Days(Lo - Fi)

A stench so foul it choked the dead,
these greedy politicians need to be put to rest.
Spitting lies at you with a venomous tongue,
cynics takes it's precedence and needs to be undone.
The blood of their past could fill the deepest seas,
control surging through their veins is tainted with disease.
Let's cut off their heads and lay waste to this beast,
we'll drag them from their privledge and shoe them what suffering means!
Blinded by blood and deceitful hope! We're slaves to their throne.
Pulling the strings to everything we know!
Gouging out your eyes throwing us a meaningless bone!
We slave to their soles.
Pulling the strings to everything we know!

Moral Decay(Lo - Fi)

Slaves of prejudice, pause before the nation dies.
It's the result of color-phobia which the god of right defies.
All the land is running riot as the laws are trampled in the face.
The colored oppressed must be law abiding as the fabrics of law debase.
How these gangs of law trampled both human and divine.
Killing helpless people as their cruel hearts decline.
Where if it's the facts he cannot raise,
through his innocence protesting he'll pay.
Backed by impunity, the scene is painted red.
By the blood of another victim until he numbers with the dead.
Flesh lying on the pavement as the anguish begins to sink.
Families torn asunder as their loved ones are gone in a blink.

Cashed Out My Luck - Don't Give A Bully A Gun

I know what I shouldn't do today,
the same mistakes I made yesterday.
Spending money I don't have,
when I have bills to pay.
And it's getting hard to breathe.
My lungs are getting tight.
Stuck in purgatory,
buried six feet alive.
Spewing so many lies I lost myself, I'm hanging by a thread.
Too many drunk nights, empty wallets and regretful things I've said.
I'm riddled in fear of what I could've lost but at what the cost?
I've been  a burden, a fucking asshole and it needs to stop.

Cashed Out My Luck

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