Frustration is breathing down my neck. It's right behind, just like a shadow. Frustration keeps me company. Wherever I walk it seem to follow. . When I turn around, see all these people.
I don't recognize this place. This ever growing hatred. We drag ourselves down. . There's a bad moon on the rise. We drag ourselves down. Now, who's bound to pay the price?.
Friday morning a day like any other. I'm heading down the same old roads. I've got mommy's little monster in the headphones. It keeps me warm, I stay out of the cold.