How much time do you got to become something that you're not? 
Soul on the vine, but you choose just to let it rot and-
Time is fleeting you're slowly becoming a lie

Bit by bit and piece by piece, every part of you has been replaced 
Contents have changed, but the shell still looks the same
All of this for them, but do they even know your name?

Oh what a shame
What you've become
But when you're afraid
You can't help but run

Hardest part I had to watch was you slowly being auctioned off
Though you are here, I know that you are really gone
Your broken reflection, begs the question "what went wrong" ?

I remember a force of nature with convictions that won't bend
Now that persons gone, removed root and stem
Vying for attention, but now you only blend in

Nail in the coffin will bury who you could've been 

Does the skin hang loose off your bones like you are wearing another's costume 

Gave yourself away 

Emerging of something beautiful, or maybe I spoke too soon

Garage Sale

"CONTROL. 

A weapon invented the same time as advantage. 
Another day, wasting away, in their cage.
That they've kindly labeled as a blessing. 
What a crock of shit WOAH!

They want you down on your knees.  
They live just to watch you bleed
I promised myself this victory 
This means everything to me

Set me off
Break these chains
No more games
You pick your fate

FIGHT 

If we do nothing then this will end, in this race, where we started, in last place.  
Oh the things I'd do to get rid of this pain. This powder keg is ready to detonate. Rage brought us to the front of the gates to tell you face to face:
We weren't born to suffer
We weren't born to suffer you

Violent Beauregarde