N / No Cure / No Cure Straight Edge Die Slow Fuck You
Why should I be in danger because you can't control yourself Don't you dare put the burden on me How could you live so selfishly?
Your lack of planning Your lack of foresight Your lack of reason, of insight, it ends tonight Your final vows are written under a streetlight
So fuck the paramedics that will find your mangled body So fuck the little kid who never saw you coming
I won't feel the void you leave behind I won't feel any regret for cheering your demise
Every drunk driver is a fucking target Every car wrapped around a tree gets no sympathy
You threw it all away And for what meaningless end A brief moment of convenience, gone
So fuck your grieving family who will never quite find peace So fuck the bystander who's pain will never cease
No Cure Straight Edge Die Slow Fuck You Straight Edge
Straight Edge to my dying breath
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