Conviction (Rush_v2)

By Method Cell

On Curse Of A Modern Age

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Every time she corners you to speak

A little part of you dies inside

Every cell of your body strains to leave

This is Suicide

One life. One train wreck

And out of spite - at least that’s how it seems

You're left alone with that Prozac queen

And desperate times

You'd better dance until she leaves

'Cause you're terrified

One night becomes a train wreck

Feel (now), the body’s conviction

You're in a room with the rush of resurrection

Breathe these blessed days

And let thy will be done

Like a shot with sycophantic ease

Assaults of smiles he'll bleed you dry

Your closest friend, right up until you leave

You're justified

One night. One train wreck