Paper thin conviction. Turning another page. Plotting how to build myself to be. Everything that I am not at all. . Sometimes I get tired of pins and needles.
Back and forth, the same. Be careful how you frame. Your arguments, your arguments. We've been given all we can. And we finally show the end. Of our tolerance, our tolerance.
I want a gun fire in my head. I want a gun fire in my head. I got enough faults left for dead. I want, I want. I'll bury in my head in the sand. I'll bury in my head in the sand.
Can you believe this world's got the nerve. To insist they won't trade for a better one?. Can you believe this world's yellin' out. In the dark it wants to be left alone?.
She knows every little way to get the thing that she wants. My heart is an oven. And she's pushing the buttons right now. Right now. She's gonna kill me with a stare and I'm very aware.
Feeling all alone. Carrying bottled skies around. I've been drowning all along. Wearing out in a faltering sea and I give up. . Common sense failed again.
Crime in the currency. Fire down a bending wall. Or would you care to be. In all the gambling that got started. . No one is better off. Hope is a candle lit night.
Please tell me. Why are we. Trying so hard. . Why worry. It's over. We always fall right back. To where we start. . There goes another one of our. Sure-fire plans.