Audiowhore, sucking on sound, Sucking my voice, dragging me down. Audiowhore, taking up my time. Why can't you make up your mind? Running on and on
Distance is up, static is down. And all the east coast, has burned out. Save for me, save for you. There's nothing here to fucking do. Sleep in shit,
Black and white But the time is stricnine. You soak it down in your rubbing alcohol. You're saying you're underdogs, Knowing what they don't want And
You can go out and destroy, What's already spent. You can blame on your hat, The faults in your head. The more you pass through my pores The worse it
___________ You choked on it. You broke it, Now fix it. Drank straight, The draino. To sink into Uncertain... Sarcasm, sucking, To stain you the color
Shuffling through all the nations airports Invalids collide with terrorist scum. Choking on the lag, the headset's spilling over. Choking on the lag,
You've got it all wrong, You can't get it right. Why don't you come down From off my back. And won't you get yourself a job somewhere away from me?
Revenge, smarter than the radio, Better than the gossips taken from your mouth. Revenge, looking for some better shit. Looking for a thumb tack for your
Swallowed Bible (? ) I lost my chewing gum. It's my mistake, And I'm not gonna talk about it. This is the last word I'm gonna find. This is the first
Woohoohoo Woohoohoo Debbie just hit the wall, she never had it all One Prozac a day, husband's a CPA Her dreams went out the door When she turned
The first time, Was the worst time. The second time, Was worse than the first. The last time was a great crime On all things, great and small, But this
With all of my might, With all of my might I do this. It's a waste of my time to pursue this. I'm so full of self-indulgence to think that you'd like
Let's raise the glass. Let's peel the eyelids back And toast them. And we can watch their plans fall through. I've found a reason to quit. And I can
Crippled by the call into complete decay. An everlasting lost can leave a bitter taste. Overrated, she's not faking Idiots collect to run a losing pace
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Try to prove it, Try to get there, Try to make your act a favor. Like a _________ ________ false. Strips you of your skin, it's heavy, And worn, and
Crawl off the faces With my nonsense And clog your ears with ashes And boiled the sound to dry It's not your fault you're not my hero It's not your
There they go, fucking up the ratio. Biting on the skin that hangs off a hangnail. Biting on the skin that hangs off a blister. On the helping hand.