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
all possibility of ever getting out of this place Nodding off but still aware of all that's pulling us to do the things we always do Any means to an
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 rest of it all I set myself up so that I can set myself apart and find another way On this planet I call my home I'll be an island I'll rent a
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
'll understand if you're not feeling well enough to write I'll understand if you've got way too many things to do you see I've been sitting here for an
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
An electric concrete fantasy Where the billboards keep on warning me That if I don't keep moving, I'll get stuck in this place Where nobody gets out
