Going down slow, how low can you get. Before you break yourself and wake up in a sweat. On the killing floor with the damage done. You can pity yourself but your race is run.
I think I'm going crazy I'm losing my mind. 'cos the logic of the story is impossible to find. Like a talking head I'm gonna stop making sense. 'cos bad music's like a sin, no nobody no offence.
You want confrontation without knowing what you're gonna hit. You kick up shit in all directions but no one seems to benefit. You waste your hate on decent people who don't deserve to feel your pain.
Are you satisfied with everything the way it is. Are you stuck in the conformity of minding your own biz. Does a confrontation make you want to turn and run.
Hocus, pocus, bogus, bullshit, you're so fucking full of it. Commit yourself to Jesus Christ as long as you can benefit. Profit stealing, money dealing, heartless piece of human trash.
Don't give me that crap cos' I'm not all ears,. I won't fall for your cries or your crocodile tears. Your stupid statements or your lousy lies,. Cos' I can see it was you from the look in your eyes.
What the hell is wrong with you have you lost your mind. you know we never go out this late. You're making me look stupid and now I'm feeling mad. it must have been something you ate.
Nobody is perfect but I'm pretty fucking close. And I'm here to give you all a heavy heavenly dose. I think you better listen 'cos I know who you are.
Get a gun to protect yourself from someone else with a gun. Being armed up to the teeth that means you don't have to run. Better safe than being sorry,better alive than being dead.
Any way the wind seems to blow is where you always end up turning your nose,. well I suppose you wanna go where the incrowd goes. and know everything the in crowd knows,.