I'm sober like a sunday morning mass liars are lying to themselves i'm lost, oh i'm losing everything i'm wasted, i can't keep the night from falling
Is it hard for you to sleep at night? the battle glowing in your smile and is it hard to tie perfection in a tie? is it just too hard to say goodbye?
little more grey and everyone's wearing just a little decay cut it up and hand it over i don't wanna remember cut it up until the pain goes away oh!
The surging blood rushes through me in tune to the pulsing in my head The message echoes over and over; what are you doing with your time? I'm a piece
Is there any hope for us, or are the rumors true? Are we just the mulch and kindling that accrues? Can we recover from this? I've seen expressions in
Shall we dance? Or maybe just limp around? These feet are cold and beat, and strangers to the ground. the sound of the kick is arousing. the couples
It's burning and it's burning, it's burning, a fire inside that i just don't believe some call it anger, some say frustration but i think i call this
icy killings good eye, dead man you hit your mark again oh! and now his words beg for same damn thing now; to return to someplace far behind now (oh!)