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Text: Refused. This Just Might Be... The Truth. Bottom.


Inch by inch we're loosing only more and more
will we judge ourselves before we've lost it all
underrated statement in time passed by
we wouldn't recognize the truth if it laid before our eyes
we're drowning in our own incompetence, we're drowning
somewhere, somehow there's a bigger scar
an infection of inconfidence already gone too far
how badly do we need saving, do you want to know?
the ultimate concussion, the final show
we're drowning in our own incompetence, we're drowning
How does understanding begin, how can we help, we cant even
we cant even, we cant even help ourselves!