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Joshua Luke Smith
Joshua Luke Smith
Leadgesang
Deyah
Deyah
Leadgesang
Rachel Jane
Rachel Jane
Begleitgesang
Jacques Miché
Jacques Miché
Begleitgesang
Scott Barnett
Scott Barnett
Gitarre
Rebecca Raw
Rebecca Raw
Cello
Gary Borrows
Gary Borrows
Bassgitarre
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Joshua Luke Smith
Joshua Luke Smith
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Joshua Luke Smith
Joshua Luke Smith
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Litening
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Lyrics

Enough will never be enough.
My mind can feel your touch, blinded by the rush.
This pound of flesh it weighs too much.
They’re coming for my blood now, at sun down,
I drink the whole cup till it runs out and gets me gunned down.
Acting so stupidly, nothing is new for me, ever since school been breaking the rules, to find something new that awakens the the muse in me.
I’ve been abusing me, losing the view of me, acting the fool distracting you from the rules
I use to get and misuse whatever my flesh requests to chose
Reject the truth respect the zoot
I buy a ten bag and sit back till I’m mute
Quiet the mind with violence and crime
There’s nothing quite like a night in your youth
We fight we loot we tryna refute
The piose compliance we tied ourselves to
Scared of the silence so chaos is kindness
Escape from the timelines with mindless disputes
We don’t know where we’re going next, but we ain’t done until there’s nothing left, yeh.
The air’s so cold tonight man I can see my breath, a reminder we’re alive but it all ends in death.
When we come down, gang gang wanna come down don’t come round,
I’m pacing on my usual, first bag about sun down
Two tickets cost one time, so my A3 still underground.
And rehab’s on my old line, that’s the cold line so I’m never found.
Nose out of your business, it was wrapped up in a 20 note.
Zoo zoo with a chaser, little Morgan for the steady rose, scripture on my back foot.
Hear the birds about 6 again, I check my phone it’s like 6 again
And my nose is raw from the pit again and I vowed I’d never do this again
I get a nosebleed and our phone beeps,
He’s got 3 grams and a couple Cans
Yeh yeh. Enough will never be enough. (Always wanted more man) My mind can feel your touch, blinded by the rush. (Uhh uhh) This pound of flesh it weighs too much.
They’re coming for my blood now, a [BLANK] I drink the whole cup till it runs out and gets me gunned down.
Written by: Joshua Luke Smith
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