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MUFFIN - EP

MISS DIRECTION (1)

WELCOME TO THE MODERN AGE (2)

Fickle friends,
You never stay until the end.
You fickle friends;
Masquerading, hide the ageing broken hands,
To wipe the tears, erase the years, 
You cannot stand - you never seem to understand. 

Cracks begin to form, shattering the glass half 
fulls.
Save me!
Welcome to the Modern Age.

Ha Ha Ha!
You're all just parasites.
Be my friend?
No No No!
The vultures have regained their sight,
Take me home, take me home, take me home!

Ages! Ages! Ages!
Time that you'll never know.
Welcome to the Modern Age, my friends.
Sorry about the mess.

Through all the things I said, I said nothing.

Ignored it all in my head...I could've done something.

But I didn't see the scars becoming part of who we are,

And then we fell apart. So where to start?

I'll find my happiness in knowing where I'm going!

I'll find direction in my dreams and do as I have said,

I'll see you soon. I'll see you soon.

Staring at four bare walls: it isn't hard sometimes.

A world inside my head, lost in my mind.

The January blues are here, they wouldn't let me hide.

I'd like to think it isn't fair, but I'll always know that you were right!

I'll find my happiness in knowing where I'm going!

I'll find direction in my dreams and do as I have said,

I'll see you soon. I'll see you soon.

I will change for me.

I'll see you tomorrow.

I will change.

I will change for me.

Filter Me (3)

False Profit (4)

Am I perfect, or am I just a child?

Broken down; please follow me before I lose my pride?

My obsession, it won't let me breathe!

So many numbers pushing my buttons...

My obsession, it won't let me breathe!

This obsession has taken me!

You can't see the scars as I smile in pain,

Why am I so ugly?

Filter me before I lose the game.

Now I'm not perfect, and I'm just a child.

Why am I not perfect?! Help me commit my social suicide!

My obsession, it won't let me breathe!

So many numbers pushing my buttons...

My obsession, it won't let me breathe!

This obsession has taken me!

You can't see the scars as I smile in pain,

Why am I so ugly?

Filter me before I lose the game.

Give me your attention please, 'cause I'm scared to leave.

This isn't fair, just like me please!

She's just a child...

Filter me.

You...

You aren't my friend, but you're in my head.

We don't need it but we feed it.

You...

Are make believe, a crutch with teeth,

But we feed it. We don't need you.

You think we love you so,

But we can see what you don't know.

Pack up your things and go!

You...

You aren't my friend, but you're in my head.

We don't need it but we feed it.

You...

Are make believe, a crutch with teeth,

But we feed it. We don't need you.

You think we love you so,

But we can see what you don't know.

Pack up your things and go! Pack up your things!

We don't need you, but we feed you.

We don't need you, we can't feed you.

We don't need you, but we feed you.

We don't need you!

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