What the fuck is this groping, searching for ideals that'll last? A model of moral perfection who can save your worthless ass. What the fuck's this
Everyone's got their words of wisdom, and everyone's sympathy is more than enough than it takes to convince me that I just don't give a fuck. I just
I'm not in prison but I'm a prisoner of affection and I have everything I want but i have none of it on me cover me with faith in a shroud of shame I
Wonder why I'm so depressed? Fuck the world and then I'll take you with me.
An artery of held back emotions has burst The thread of this fabric has lost its wax And I've become unglued, there's nothing I can do to make a fist
I can feel the hate but i can't feel the bleed i can taste the end but i can't see a thing i can feel the cold but i can't feel the bleed and when it
When i was young I saw the scoreboard never changed and now i scream at the planes and throwing rocks at punks who sat on concrete blocks while the band
piece together particle by particle smash at everything complete arrange in sequence so some semblence can be reached distorted dreams of dying in my
feet firmly planted on the ground (can't be shot down) face cleanly ripped in two (can't tell which one is you) apprehension about who you are (how far
blow off that depressant top what remains is not fluf pick that ladder climb up just don't jump float above no need to fly dunk those bastards pass them
Bad luck and bad timing, bad booze and bad rhyming thats my ticket to the big bad blue well I've lost faith and lost hope and spend my life heartbroken
Life in penasquitos is so tragic my dear jill, Shoot that dope and load the gun and take your little pill. Asked her on a murder spree but she won't
...and they're wasting too much time figuring out the meanings when what they end up finding is that it's the point they're missing, picked up wrong
this last drop of hate has flowered into a certain beauty of it's own. I nuture it i feed it and i watch with pride as it takes root and thrives. this
Those Needles kept you warm and now they do you harm just yesterday I took a look at your life and thought a waste of space (and time) a whore to the
When pouring foundation be careful it might not set And building frames make sure you mitre corners nice and tight Board your windows up when skies turn
Remember those nights drinking in the park? I carried you home when you couldn't walk And those bottles that we shared are broken, buried under sod like
i'm feeling good when i'm feeling low i feel like telling you where to go you say "let it it out tell me i'm your bro trust me" then you tell everyone
