Слова:
Losing Streak

up it's lookin' like My losin' streak is done My losin' streak is done I said, "My losin' streak is done" Did you hear me? I said, "My losin' streak

What the fuck, the fuck have I become I've become the product of the sum Caught in this endless circle I've become the stupidest man in the world Chalk

Something's out there and it takes me away From a world too small to stay Somethins our there Another day in this place so small I'd rather be somebody

Friday night on coke with a crow bar, left at two in the back of Doug's car, without a plan and being fucked up, looking' to get something for ourselves

Unless you could see inside my head You couldn't possible understand I'm happier when things are falling apart At the seams and you never know just by

If I had a scheme for everything It seems that I'd be more content with it all If I had it in me to stop my random thoughts And dumb dreams I could deal

Which will it be? Sympathy or apathy? Which part of the human condition will I believe? Tried then it's tested I've just decided... Tried and its tested

you've been taught. You'll never stop til' you get caught. You control the future and it's looking bleak. Seems like we're headed for another losing streak

am I supposed to do? The outcome... It's hard to tell... But my motivation has gone to hell. Bruised and battered... But on my feet. Trying to end... This losing streak