I know it gets f****** exhausting just tallying the costs and counting all the change you get on the one free hand thats not holding that gun to your head
wake up with an order to stand down from somewhere above and try to figure out why it is you hate to be loved and what you wanna be if you grow up...
Resignations that you learn by rote like oh so slowly cutting your own throat when you can no longer tell the poison from the antidote
Is it all just self made sabotage, shoot straight up in the air, stand and await the barrage, is this for real or just another mirage, wrenching away in this three chord garage?
Everybody gets just one, for some they come to fast, and all thats left is a tape, a hollow voice from the past, history you cant teach in a class, a misery blitz then a click and a blast...
Resignations that you learn by rote like oh so slowly cutting your own throat when you can no longer tell the poison from the antidote
a revolution burned note by note and in return you learn whos the turncoat when you can no longer tell the poison from the antidote
Floater in the wreckage but you dont have to be, pick a direction start to paddle or stay lost at sea, flounder in the shallows so aimlessly or you can take a breath and plunge into the darkest deep, yeah only one thing in this world thats gonna save your life, staring back from the mirror every day and night, the only one wholl understand your plight, the only one wholl be there if you ever get it right...
wake up with an order to stand down from somewhere above and try to figure out why it is you hate to be loved and what you wanna be if you grow up...
Resignations that you learn by rote like oh so slowly cutting your own throat when you can no longer tell the poison from the antidote
Is it all just self made sabotage, shoot straight up in the air, stand and await the barrage, is this for real or just another mirage, wrenching away in this three chord garage?
Everybody gets just one, for some they come to fast, and all thats left is a tape, a hollow voice from the past, history you cant teach in a class, a misery blitz then a click and a blast...
Resignations that you learn by rote like oh so slowly cutting your own throat when you can no longer tell the poison from the antidote
a revolution burned note by note and in return you learn whos the turncoat when you can no longer tell the poison from the antidote
Floater in the wreckage but you dont have to be, pick a direction start to paddle or stay lost at sea, flounder in the shallows so aimlessly or you can take a breath and plunge into the darkest deep, yeah only one thing in this world thats gonna save your life, staring back from the mirror every day and night, the only one wholl understand your plight, the only one wholl be there if you ever get it right...