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At Least We Still Have Matches and Knives

from Move Forward EP by Move Forward

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As we wonder how we all got so fat
We feed the meat to the lion again
We eat the meager and point our fingers
We all scream, "it wasn't me!"

The clock keeps ticking
But the heart; it stops
The mind breaks down
But we continue to breathe
We go through life without a single care
Feeding off anything weak

We lick our chops and smack our lips
Spitting bone and chewed finger tips
It such a malignant avarice
This whole thing makes me fucking sick

I try to make myself believe I'll never need that shit
Until I clock in and ride this sinking ship
To the lowest depths
We said we'd never reach

I'll never be another part of the weak
But I won't shirk my responsibility
I see this ugly face everyday
On people that don't care
They're wasting away
They don't have the time to any have respect - for the footprints they leave or what follows next

We're gone
The last generation to even pretend that they cared

It's anger (and hatred)
And hatred (and filth)
We burn every bridge that we built for ourselves

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from Move Forward EP, released June 12, 2011

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Move Forward Phoenix, Arizona

Melodic Hardcore band from Phoenix, AZ.
Formed in 2008.
Recommended for fans of Comeback Kid, With Honor, Bane, Strike Anywhere, Another Breath, Raised Fist, etc.

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