My life is going down the drain I've turned from someone into something Feeling regret, feeling pain PAIN, PAIN, PAIN I'm a wreck This I know is
Silver spoon is all bent up All my life I've been all fucked up I hate this place I've been here before I remember hitting the bottom on the bathroom
Here it goes wont say i'm sorry wont bury the hatchet i'll just bury your body truth is hope this hurts you made your bed you'll lie in it you made
Sucking wounds into my chest Hometown hero I done my best Here on the battleground Salvation's hard found I don't see any tunnel of life All I see
I'm stuck in a society where poverty insanity they meet right here on city streets to cultured beats side to side to dodge the heat dirty pigs show
Hold this beast at bay walk the walk all day feel the pressure from beneath man i'm so fucked up i think i've had e-fucking-nough my mind is so
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Everyday I walk the same way home Every walk so fucking alone Everything I fucking do is shit Everyfuckingthing I do I quit! I fuck it up no matter
I'm so fucking broken It seems you've broke me down Why else would I be here on the old cold ground? Nothing lasts forever What about these rings
If all the things I loved and lost I miss you most. When I stare in the mirror, I feel your ghost. On the worst of days in subtle ways I feel ashamed
Hey brian, uh, you love some balls. you need your roommate chris to back you up and eric? why unno come over to my house and face to face? you think
Terrified of the died, steady loss of friends Rising star going far, doomed to an early end I got nothing, we got nothing, we all have nothing, fucking
We came to burn this bridge with gasoline in hand And we don't give a fuck! Who fucking cares? Who fucking cares?
Open old wounds pour salt in it someone somewhere gives a shit the price i pay for sweet romance like i ever had a chance love somebody set them
Feels like I'm dying, pain never fades, Don't cry, don't pray, don't beg for my soul. That is the price I pay, today. There's no prescription Fight
9 to 5, daily grind no double time for overtime i have to save every dime christ sakes i steal to eat sometimes i'm still stuck inside this dump
And i wake up alone how'd this happen (fade away losing passion) i'm just a pain machine deep down inside of me out of the blue as some would say
Don't put gas in our van. Outcast Rouges, out here on the tolls. Miles from home broke broken down in the snow on the side of the road cast away
