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Deem it tasteful when it’s vulgar, sad, and sour
Self-labeled culture mad with power
Represent the apathetic cries for hope,
and grab aesthetics by the throat
Adolescence, countless lessons
You like to think it has a message
It’s not obscene, it’s art in the name of love
written neatly and in blood

He tells his friends that he sees through a nihilistic lens and he thinks that they care

It’s the establishments fault, he screams with vengeance at the
wall, the point was lost in alcohol
Melodramatic and vain, he treats them all like they’re
insane without a single trace of shame

It’s a long way from the top
Watch your luck
Try your best to hold them off
Pinky up

We slow our hearts and then we snap them dead awake
We start to crack but never break
We’ll burn the bridge and we’ll destroy the polished paths
to get our point across intact
We’re not heroes nor endeared prose
Is it a way of life that fear chose?
Its not a cry, its a cringe inducing yell
for anything but help

We comprehend that they pain of awareness never ends,
what a curse, woe is me

We’re losing everything, our aspirations and our
dreams to blind subversive ecstasy
Its our poetic disguise, the tortured artist whose
demise is dealt by self-fulfilling lies
Its a long way from the top

We overshot, who’d of thought we were human all along
What a cruel twist of fate

To fall apart and obey, or chase an overplayed
cliche, its not as simple as they say.
I’ll throw my arms to the sky, like those before me left to
die from these abusive terms in time

It’s a long way from the top
Watch Your Luck
Try your best to hold them off
Watch Your Luck

Take to the skies, I advise that you watch your luck, you make a point of letting go

No sympathy
Kill, make 'em bleed singin'
No sympathy
Rush guaranteed, singin'

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from Homewreckers: Sweet Apathy, released February 1, 2019

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A Crash Republic is a Boston based pop punk band aimed at telling stories that transcend glory and hell through perspectives explicitly just.

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