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Life Profit

from Distaste by VAULTED

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Sitting in silence trapped in my head,
My sense of purpose is left for fucking dead.
Now feeling nauseous but still and calm.
Too late to realize all that went wrong.
Cant feel my bones, tricked into thinking; there isn’t anything there.
Sight turns to gray; life starts to fray. My last nerve’s life starts to fade.
I’m sinking further and further every single day.
Slipping in this black hole, scraping my way back out.
You can’t take this life away from me.
Can't see my breath now anymore. Eyes feeling heavy, head hits floor.
I’m counting backwards from ten to one. Soak in my last glance at the sun.
I don’t care what you say, you kill and get paid; stay safe with your families.
I don’t care what you say, profit from pain is bullshit; wash it down the drain.

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from Distaste, released June 29, 2018
All songs written & recorded by Vaulted
Backup vocals somewhere on some song by Shane Frisby
Produced/engineered/mixed by Shane Frisby at The Brick HitHouse
Mastered by Pete Rutcho at The Brick HitHouse
Artwork & layout by Dylan Garrett Smith

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