Terminal Living - Cinder Lyrics

I chose to ignore now I'm stuck on the floor
At least I've seen the golden key to open the door
Take a small beating screaming give me some more
Fake a crooked smile, season's greetings galore
What's the matter blood can splatter
Fate can take the stake you make and shove it in the kitchen sink
Enough to make you really think a prophet sang about the brink I know how you feel
Seen it happen a lot, you're beginning to peel
You're losing appeal, and you're on your last meal
It's the final chance to make a break go get in the field
There's a new sun dawning the horizon keeps on calling
Got success on the heel run a base imma steal
Got a mouth full of butane
Got a mouth full of butane
All that
Still stands
Is ash
How else
Can these
Pieces fit back?
Got a mouth full of butane but my leaders sit and do nothing
On the street gotta refrain from saying something, meaning something
Take it back to the path, all they care about is stacks
When they take away the money, you will never get it back
I made a list of all the things they do to keep you powerless
And I don't know
If we make it through the view can stew for you to follow through
See how far you'd go
But the game is rigged its made to fit the few who knew they could stain the rim
It's a pain to risk so make a counterfeit you would amaze the ones who would count on sin now
All that
Still stands
Is ash
How else
Can these
Pieces fit back?

I chose to ignore now I'm stuck on the floor
At least I've seen the golden key to open the door
Take a small beating screaming give me some more
Fake a crooked smile, season's greetings galore
What's the matter blood can splatter
Fate can take the stake you make and shove it in the kitchen sink
Enough to make you really think a prophet sang about the brink I know how you feel
Seen it happen a lot, you're beginning to peel
You're losing appeal, and you're on your last meal
It's the final chance to make a break go get in the field
There's a new sun dawning the horizon keeps on calling
Got success on the heel run a base imma steal
Got a mouth full of butane
Got a mouth full of butane
All that
Still stands
Is ash
How else
Can these
Pieces fit back?
Got a mouth full of butane but my leaders sit and do nothing
On the street gotta refrain from saying something, meaning something
Take it back to the path, all they care about is stacks
When they take away the money, you will never get it back
I made a list of all the things they do to keep you powerless
And I don't know
If we make it through the view can stew for you to follow through
See how far you'd go
But the game is rigged its made to fit the few who knew they could stain the rim
It's a pain to risk so make a counterfeit you would amaze the ones who would count on sin now
All that
Still stands
Is ash
How else
Can these
Pieces fit back?