Corrupted1

Loser The world is full of us. We breathe down the necks of the sane, Looking for a way out of this crazy world. Hating ourselves comes easy, Because everyone else did it first. We fear the world will end with every step we take. We are the jinx of society. Bad luck to the winners and a blight to the fantastic. We trip ourselves up on the way to the finish line. Nothing can stand in our way on the never ending path to losing. We are the best at failing. Awesome losers, up against the world. We will stand, losing to the end. And feel like winners all the way.

Longer - We're all waiting. The end isn't here yet. No one knows How long this will last. I'm sick of sitting here, Not knowing, And not seeing. Are you coming? Chorus: The end grows nearer, and we wait longer. The line stretches out as we draw it in the sand, dragging out the years. The sky lifts higher, and the stars shrink. I'm waiting for you. How long must we wait? We're being left hanging. The cliff is getting higher. And we're so much shorter now. The days are growing longer. I can't be stretched so thin. Release me from this. It's taking far too long. Chorus: The end grows nearer, and we wait longer. The line str