It's cold outside and my hands are dry. Skin is cracked and I realize. That I hate the sound of guitars. A thousand grudging young millionaires. . Forcing silence sucking sound.
Verse 1:. I feel like I'm falling. Falling through time. Slipping through cracks. I'm buried alive. It's pulling me under. I'm sinking so fast. It's so hard to breathe.
My addiction is just a social disease. Took most of this life all just for granted. Leavin' you with all that I bleed. But I never seem to get my fuckin' stories straight.
I have this smile to hide me. And I have this cross to bear. I have your picture that still haunts me like your memory. These things I have I. I have these words to lie to me.
This is the end now no need to pretend. No flowers to send now 'cause this is the end. This is the end now I've seen it all before. Like a prisoner of war who's come to the end.
I'm gonna be a plastic tree. a character transparency. I figured out I'm fitting in. nobody will notice me here. . you know me don't know me the crasher.
I saw you standing on that bridge. Right then I knew the life that I would like to live.. Your frizzy hair tangled my mind. Right then I knew that I would love you for all time..
On the trail I chase tomorrow. Can you catch me to tame the ride?. I'm not fair about tomorrow. Then you forfeit your own hand. . I see the light, I trail the light, I know the light.
This is how you'll bleed so you better like. 'Cause I stuck you to the ground. No matter what you say it's another lie. Changing me, playing me, taunting me everyday.
Yes, I'm the one you're waiting for. Yes, I'm the one, yes, I'm the one. Who decides when times aren't right?. Well, who's left out? Well, I'm left out.
Let the fire burn the self-control. Tell me are you obscene. Are you obscene?. Give me champagne just to heal my soul. And tell me if its worth it. If its worth it.
Raging crowds of gunpoint stares in Palestine,. where twelve year old hands throw capital offenses.. Blistering is the abrasion of land.. Sickening I this faceless division..
They spin in the sky their web of wires.. They launch their toys to be the new towers.. They send their children to scorch their brothers,. and all is done by the fortunate sons as they unleash the gos of war..
She sits and watches as the fires light the night.. She faces darkness in her last remaining times,. asking herself what the carcasses are up to.. After a hundred years, they're still doing better than the widow of war..
Listen to the piercing cacophony that falls from your tongue,. to your own beating heart in the bedlam and hum,. to the bellicose turmoil in the breaths of the young..
Take a rigid allegiance to all that gleams,. to all that glitters and shines in the blood of machines.. For all that take solace in antiquity,. take your phantoms and cast them away, curse them to waste..
Another night begins, and I fear the worst.. They know where you are, and who you have been.. I don't believe the badges that hide the inner beast, that hide the evil of those within..
The claim of the priests and the holies clerics. is that god is a master to serve without question or real consequence,. so they forge their weapons, and they hammer their plowshares into swords,.
The face of poverty, as willing subjects we all spectate your demise.. You can wash away the filth but not the calluses. that keep the devils down beneath the status quo..
i hate the things i do and all the shit i put you through.. it's tragic, i'm static.. i am the world's worst,. i am my own worst enemy,. and i hate me....