Letras:No Service Project. We Are The Music Makers. Genuine.

I'm huffing fumes because I'm willing to try anything
trapped in the past by the clutches of those dead to me
I'm hanging on by a morcel of my sanity
but my one true dream is the last thing that you'll snag from me

(something so sweet)
taste the free
(should be for everybody)
you know that flavor's genuine
(G.E.N.U.I.N.E)
purchasing futures for a low-cost fee
but you're not fucking buying me

I've tried and I've tried
and I've strived to survive
but I can't be revived
from this slow suicide
you can try all you like
to be wise and be right
but I'm tired and wiped
of this entire life (so)

(something so sweet)
taste the free
(should be for everybody)
you know that flavor's genuine
(G.E.N.U.I.N.E)
purchasing futures for a low-cost fee
but you're not fucking buying me