Choke on your words
Save your face and not yourself
Don't waste your chance to speak
I'm pleading on an empty seat
Cries for help like paint on a page
And if you make a bed that's where you must lay
And if you make a mountain then you must die on that hill
Cuz we're all at the summit against our own will
You're born to die for
You work for the masses
Illusions of choices
Silence the voices
You're born to die for
You work for the masses
Illusions of choices
Silence the voices
Cries for help like paint on a page
And where you make a bed that's where you must lay
And if you make a mountain then you must die on that hill
Cuz we're all at the summit against our own will
eell1ot - Pretty Faces Lyrics
eell1ot - Pretty Faces Lyrics
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Choke on your words
Save your face and not yourself
Don't waste your chance to speak
I'm pleading on an empty seat
Cries for help like paint on a page
And if you make a bed that's where you must lay
And if you make a mountain then you must die on that hill
Cuz we're all at the summit against our own will
You're born to die for
You work for the masses
Illusions of choices
Silence the voices
You're born to die for
You work for the masses
Illusions of choices
Silence the voices
Cries for help like paint on a page
And where you make a bed that's where you must lay
And if you make a mountain then you must die on that hill
Cuz we're all at the summit against our own will
Save your face and not yourself
Don't waste your chance to speak
I'm pleading on an empty seat
Cries for help like paint on a page
And if you make a bed that's where you must lay
And if you make a mountain then you must die on that hill
Cuz we're all at the summit against our own will
You're born to die for
You work for the masses
Illusions of choices
Silence the voices
You're born to die for
You work for the masses
Illusions of choices
Silence the voices
Cries for help like paint on a page
And where you make a bed that's where you must lay
And if you make a mountain then you must die on that hill
Cuz we're all at the summit against our own will
Writer: Elliot Goodwin
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