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THE APEX THEORY ADMISSION LYRICS

Behold the movie of the year
Tastes like luck, but feels clear
March on nails for biter souls
Until rust becomes rare and cold.

Behold the movie of the year
Tastes like luck, but feels clear
March on nails for bitter souls
Until rust becomes rare and cold.

You've made an error in mis-judging us
We're really happy, if you'd just ask
Maybe you've been mislead to believe
That we have nothing, less than this

Same stories have been played out for ages
I'm ready to be given the chance
For saying our side, our version or choice
Cameras capture numerous nights of romance

Behold the movie of the year
Tastes like luck, but feels clear
March on nails for biter souls
Until rust becomes rare and cold.

Where do they come from, these suspicious critics
Frazzled at their clever incisions
Mistake your way, bottom-line my days
Greet me with your guilt and shame

Same stories have been played out for ages
I'm ready to be given the chance
For saying our side, our version or choice
Cameras capture numerous nights of romance

Behold the movie of the year
Tastes like luck, but feels clear
March on nails for biter souls
Until rust becomes rare and cold.

Pass on, null the essence
The undying patience
We're here for good.

Behold the movie of the year
Tastes like luck, but feels clear
March on nails for biter souls
Until rust becomes rare and cold.