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give the party people something funky to listen to
misdirected hostility
that's what you got see
give the party people something funky to listen to
misdirected hostility
that's what you got see
been disconnected
emotion misdirected
emotion misdirected
been disconnected
emotion misdirected
emotion misdirected
we're
telling you before you tell us. we're not misinformed or misdirected
functioning on your subjective. your hatred only fuels us on. now how about a word or two on you? you're an alias
we're
telling you before you tell us. we're not misinformed or misdirected
functioning on your subjective. your hatred only fuels us on. now how about a word or two on you? you're an alias
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We're so disconnected but not misdirected.
They think that we are nothing, but I believe in something more.
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We're so disconnected but not misdirected.
They think that we are nothing, but I believe in something more.
can't stand yr fake rebellion
misdirected and anti-art
so over it
can't stand yr fake rebellion
misdirected and anti-art
so over it
i'll never forget where i came from
misdirected youth passionately devout
to the city i hold dearly but everyone talks shit about
i'll never forget where i came from
misdirected youth passionately devout
to the city i hold dearly but everyone talks shit about
you didn't miss me
you were misdirected
you didn't kiss me
you didn't miss me
you were misdirected
you didn't kiss me
only to be around. so on and so under
misdirected in other words. always i wonder
is there anything i can do for you?
only to be around. so on and so under
misdirected in other words. always i wonder
is there anything i can do for you?
he prays his mother's god
has saved her soul. that soap box song still in his head. miles lost to heat and rain. he carries his weight. that message for the misdirected
rings true to this day. heavy hearted hymns sung in fields. he stops along that country road
he prays his mother's god
has saved her soul. that soap box song still in his head. miles lost to heat and rain. he carries his weight. that message for the misdirected
rings true to this day. heavy hearted hymns sung in fields. he stops along that country road
I'd draw bullseye on your forehead
My anger is not misdirected
Unless it somehow misses you
I'd draw bullseye on your forehead
My anger is not misdirected
Unless it somehow misses you