Ashes Songtext
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Ashes Songtext
I′m gonna die
And it won't be from the hands of you or I
But from the poison that they put inside the sky
Sometimes I feel like there′s no point in even living my own life
'Cause I couldn't do a thing to fix it, no matter how hard I tried
I′m done with being shy
Just can′t let things go awry
If I'm gonna die, why not from these hand of mine
It′d take less time than to fry and suffocate
They lie for their pocket weight's sake
I sigh, accept my fate
What a great time to live in
You′d think with all these perks I got that I'd be livid But you′d be wrong
I ain't got much time before the Earth gets bitter and soft
But we're still too concerned with white people saying
It′s wrong
Thanks for crumbling the planet with your smog machines
Guess the title ′baby boomer' was a self-fulfilling prophecy
You clearly chose to not take care of our planet properly
And now it doesn′t matter, you'll be dead before the time you′ll see this shit fall apart
All our art, all our people
We see it on the charts, in the facts
But your peephole only sees what you want
Since your ignorance and egos are so large that you aren't ′bout to tell all of your sheeple
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
We're all gonna die
So what's the rush
I didn′t ask to be born
Kinda sucks that I was
′Cause now I'm being forced to suffer
But enough is enough
And it won't be from the hands of you or I
But from the poison that they put inside the sky
Sometimes I feel like there′s no point in even living my own life
'Cause I couldn't do a thing to fix it, no matter how hard I tried
I′m done with being shy
Just can′t let things go awry
If I'm gonna die, why not from these hand of mine
It′d take less time than to fry and suffocate
They lie for their pocket weight's sake
I sigh, accept my fate
What a great time to live in
You′d think with all these perks I got that I'd be livid But you′d be wrong
I ain't got much time before the Earth gets bitter and soft
But we're still too concerned with white people saying
It′s wrong
Thanks for crumbling the planet with your smog machines
Guess the title ′baby boomer' was a self-fulfilling prophecy
You clearly chose to not take care of our planet properly
And now it doesn′t matter, you'll be dead before the time you′ll see this shit fall apart
All our art, all our people
We see it on the charts, in the facts
But your peephole only sees what you want
Since your ignorance and egos are so large that you aren't ′bout to tell all of your sheeple
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
We're all gonna die
So what's the rush
I didn′t ask to be born
Kinda sucks that I was
′Cause now I'm being forced to suffer
But enough is enough
Writer(s): Nolan Pilgrim Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com