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Breaking myself down
But you don't want us dead, just barely alive
But not really living
And we cut ourselves to survive and bleed dry
Will we be able to leave this behind?
Is this the sum of our discontent?
Or something we do to ourselves?
We sell ourselves short
You want water from stones
These stones are broken
Gravel can't bleed for you
Sum of our discontent?
Or something we do to ourselves?
Discarded when there's nothing left
Another cog replaced
In the machine wasted
Hung out to die
I won't let you take me alive
I've stopped killing myself for you
But you don't want us dead, just barely alive
But not really living
And we cut ourselves to survive and bleed dry
Will we be able to leave this behind?
Is this the sum of our discontent?
Or something we do to ourselves?
We sell ourselves short
You want water from stones
These stones are broken
Gravel can't bleed for you
Sum of our discontent?
Or something we do to ourselves?
Discarded when there's nothing left
Another cog replaced
In the machine wasted
Hung out to die
I won't let you take me alive
I've stopped killing myself for you
Lyrics submitted by femmesofrussia
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