Perfect time to have some remorse to show for your sin Nope, its hopeless, Im the denial that youre hopelessly in When they say all of this is approaching its end But you refuse to believe that its over Here we go all over again Backs to the wall, Im stacking up all them odds Toilets clogged, yeah cause Im talking a lot of shit but Im backing it all up But in my head theres a voice in the back and it hollers after the track is demolished I am your lack of a conscience Im the ringing in your ears Im the polyps on the back of your tonsils Eatin your vocal chords after your concerts Im your time thats almost up that you havent acknowledged Grab for some water but Im that pill thats too jagged to swallow Im the bullies you hate That you became
Posted on: Tue, 10 Jun 2014 08:27:09 +0000