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Produced by Michael "Seven" Summers.
Mixed and Mastered by Rob Rebeck.
Directed by Crucifix & Mrs. Crucifix
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"USED TO THE FALL" (Lyrics)
VERSE 1
Trying to stand here pretending that I’m really okay
when inside I know all the hope is gone
is like sitting all alone at 5am in a hotel room when all the coke is gone.
I hold on to pain sometimes,
lit up by the fade of my fire.
I’m too old to be chasing these highs,
when first line is the only good ride.
Sooner or later all the curtains gon’ close
and the stage gon’ fade to black coal.
Everything that you ever dreamed of
will be running right out the back door.
Wake up at sundown,
hands up and get gunned down
by myself I’m my own worst enemy
A victim to the chains of my own stupidity.
BRIDGE
One day life’s bitter
next day tastes sweet
Maybe I hurt myself cuz I’d rather feel pain
than feel nothing at all.
I hate coming down, touching my feet to the ground.
But man I’m so used to the fall.
HOOK
Don’t put your trouble on me
I got enough of that weighing on me
Already got enough demons I feed
Man leave me alone to just breathe
I hate coming down,
Touching my feet on the ground.
But man I’m used to the fall.
VERSE 2
Life seems like it’s just about me
losing everything that I never
wanted in the first place.
Til I slip and get attached
then the devil takes it back
and it hurts in the worst way.
I’ve been stabbed in the back so much
that I can’t never trust nobody
I’ve been cut to the heart so many times
that I can’t love nobody.
Maybe I’m damaged goods,
half the time misunderstood.
All the "shoulds", all the "coulds"
can’t stop the hatchet when it hits the wood.
You can talk up fit
You can cuss, you can spit
You can dig my grave.
But you ain’t putting no dent in a man
that done spent life beneath these waves.
BRIDGE
HOOK