people savior of the servants on this runaway train without a cause. Everyday I tell myself I gotta find a way out of this American Paradox. Paddling
A quiet moment before the champ goes down through the doors of his decision to fight for one last round. Though he's beaten and he knows it, no way in
Tonight we're gonna burn it up till too much feels alright The feast has been laid out to the hungry eyes inside our minds We are not without a cause
something's gotta give before I'm gone Now I'm wrong if I don't say enough And I'm wrong if I give in too much So I'll take a bow and get out while I
Before you say a word Before you turn away, There's just one thing I gotta know, are you still who you claim to be? I've been told were all the same
i got a lot to write about and words are lies convienice in disguise communication scratched down and overanalyzed when its all your fault i've broken everything i own unable to spit out
You weigh your sadness well, it fits the color of your world. Though you have nothing to complain about, there's always something wrong. Break neck lies
The mirror never lies and neither does the face of a man who doesn't know where his place is This man and his shadow know exactly where they're going
And now I think I know what's on your mind Your eyes melt through me and it's no surprise I can become you and through your eyes I'll watch you Lie to
it seems every line gets harder and never really what I wanna say So I hope this letter finds you well It's taken me a little while to sit and spell out
gasoline and shoot the sun right out the sky The spark of our imagination will keep all hope from running dry They'll write about us all if anyone gets out
Slipping in and out of reason and I don't mind Side effects are expected with this experiment of mine I wanna be reborn breath smoke think black and
keep on warning me, that if I don't keep moving, moving I'll get stuck in this place, where nobody gets out alive. The dead all came out to play in this
moon you heard we never reached the sky then shed some light I'll lend a patient ear Don't let me down I gotta know if something good could grow out
Savior of the servants on this Runaway train without a cause Every day I tell myself I gotta find a way Out of this American Paradox Padding, like
got a lot to write about And words are lies, convenience in disguise Communication scratched down, over analyzed And it's all your fault I've broken everything I own Unable to spit out
billboards keep on warning me That if I don't keep moving, I'll get stuck in this place Where nobody gets out alive. The dead all came out to play in
