I. Dead In The Water
Wrap me up in plastic
so I won't fade away from memory
We're all on a journey
to hell with your friends and enemies
I declare who gives a shit
your on a long road to ruin
so far you've made them sick
and for once in a blue moon
Wake up only on the grind
Hidden deep within your mind
You've got guilt I don't understand
Wake up to go back to sleep
A coma patient in the darkest deep
His stitched heart held in your hand
So far so good so what
in the end your deeds mean jack shit
lost in space suffocate
here you are laminated pink slip
i declare a social war
against queen bees and exit signs
your nothing but a stupid bore
keep it lodged with what is mine
Wake up out on the town
all your friends are long gone
you've got guilt I don't understand
locked deep down in time
where is your mind
II. Same Ol' Same Ol'
We hold these truths to be self evident
Are they terrorists or just residents
Set forth to free the slaves
Beat to shit and full of praise
everybody is a fucking waste
can't wait to leave this place
your nothing more than a lost soul
buried in this shallow hole
People suck and that's the truth
But who I dislike is new
Tore apart a puzzle broke
I hope and pray this is a joke
III. Help Me, I'm In Hell
Wait
What is this feeling
welling up inside my head
thoughts of stealing
soon enough we'll all be dead
maybe it's time I saw the light
live to kill and kill to die
welcome to the end of all that matters
eulogy at the wake
dead man walks to his fate
just set the chair on fry
help me, I'm in hell
IV. She
She
she comes to me in my dreams
Tells me that I'm all she needs
Lost
Lost on plain of no regret
She's okay yea I bet
Restless sleep
Worthless creep
Oh so weak
Come out and speak
She
she holds my nose so I'll drink
some kind poison I think
I
I know one I'll pay
Until then I'll stay away
On my own
So I've known
How she's grown
I don't but she's killin me
holds her head to the northern lights
ther's i can feel but my empathy
one hundred thousand suicides
V. Out Of Mouth
I fucked this all up
I don't mind
No
I won't feel the shame
VI. The End Of All That Matters
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
Hope you like your meat rare
You left me floating in dead air
It's my fault again
All that matters has reached the end
and I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
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