The sky was screaming I lost you
I tried, but me what could I do?
Get out of bed undo your head until you don't look like a junky
Get out of bed undo your head think about what you say
Kill the band
Kill the band
I was caught dreaming of wealth and
What I was taught was creeping in again
They get ahead you get so mad
Why do you care?
It's only money
Get out of bed undo your head think about what you say
Kill the band, kill the band
Kill the band, kill the band
If then it rains, I'll cover your eyes
The past has a way of running our lives
Learning to say the words that we hide
Kill the band, kill the band
Kill the band, kill the band
Pressure's coming
I feel it coming
Cancer's coming, I feel it coming
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