had a little bump to smoke You smell the punchline and don't get the joke Don't pick up the phone don't get the door Gotta pick your face and do some
boost, words can break Smiling sins can do no wrong Say something good, if you speak Good news never last too long Forget the time too often And I don
permanent part of this spot right here The wind in my face, it screams in my ear Falling faster, no one here I will soon have time to rest and time
I skinned hope, then cut the rope And watched you fall into my show Thought I cared, feeling impaired Cut yourself when no one cared I'm calling out
I won't subscribe And I'll recognize How fucked up you really are The way you love to be Self-centered selfish piece of shit Another morning shows and
Shelters full out on the streets tonight Swollen shut black eyes burning bright Folded arms hold everything she's ever owned Folded arms holding every
, e-mail and express Fax instructions for the bomb A bone breaking game of chess Starved and banged what a way to go Slit wristed, run over and hanged
to run and die again Numbers on your back and numbers on your head Numbers in your mind add up to Win, lose or dead Numbers on your back and numbers
Lived to live through a lie Lived and lied to buy some time Hit the bottom ready to shine On this tattooed cross we'll die Alone to question, wonder
How much time will it take Till I know how much longer How many beatings do I have to take Till I know I am stronger How much space will it take Till
