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LYRICS You think they’re coming but they ain’t You think they’re waiting at the gate You think they’re driven by hate Nobody’s being straight with ya Everybody’s out to deceive And nobody believes A single word you say They all think you’re insane So you’re losing your grip You’re starting to slip You’re getting swallowed in the abyss Of your subconsciousness So you’re losing your mind You’re running out of time But you’re oblivious to how it feels ‘Cause to you it’s all real So you’re armed with a one way ticket and your last cigarette Focused on nothing, but getting away from the fear Anywhere but here You don’t know which way to turn Strangers show you concern Causing more uncertainty As there sympathy burns They know you’re losing your grip They know you’re starting to slip Falling deeper in the abyss Of your subconsciousness Further out of your mind Further out of time You’re still oblivious to the way it feels ‘Cause to you it’s all real And still armed with that one way ticket and your last cigarette You’re running in circles trying to get away from the fear Anywhere but here Clutching on to that one way ticket and your last cigarette Running in circles trying to get away from the fear Anywhere but here# FOLLOW The Turtle Project
# More about The Turtle Project: `The Turtle Project` started out as exactly that, a project, a songwriting project that was born from years of being a musician in many bands, doing countless gigs, naturally gathering experience and inspiration until, one day, I stumbled upon the fact that I could actually put those experiences and many others into words. The composing aspect grew from that into what it is today ... My way of life . *This post was generated for free from* [](https://www.atomcollectorrecords.com)
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