that's an angry grin
that you're sporting
thought you'd hit it with gin
before you hid the doorkey
the sign says stop
but you just keep going
so say your sorry when you spin
out in firy oil
no discerning showing
all i see is burnt hair
what's that you're holding, well,
nobody cares as
long as they're hording their share
now stay inside
with the shades closed
live by the candle's light
until night's the same as day's pose
wearing all the same clothes
dripping bloody rainbows
the candle warms you up
but your heart stays cold
like they told you
at the hospital
it takes some time
because their not sure
what's wrong at all
they're worried what they'll find
what's the hurry here?
we both know what you left behind
she never did you harm
with more than enough charm
can't call her daughter now
someone else went and bought her out
I know you miss her, your nervous
but it's up to the services
so go find your purpose, it's perfect
to search for what may hurt us
let's call it a courtesy
all dressed up in bergundy
superficial statuses
make this less of an urgency
I know once you've had it
leaves it hard to go back
never seen you so glad in
white satin and mercury
it's a poison for the blood
but that gleam in your eye
says you still believe in love
it's enough to try it once
constant addiction
I see you're on the hunt
on your chase for fiction
there's a pile full of christians
riled up for no reason
they got it all covered
but their points still missing
hypocritical prison
whose feet are they kissing
I only bring them up
because you listen to their bitching
we're all fucked souls
we're all too bold
might as well give up now
because the devil has his hold
and you would know
it figures you would know
those dark trips you go down, down, down
you think you hold friends
but you're unsure
you're always unsure
while up in your head
it's you against the world
branded with a microphone
but your voice is unheard
stranded in a classroom
but nothing new learned
it's a miral of sanity
but barely sanitary
a fixed up anatomy
a face that's been harried
those memories you carried
have all been buried
now you forgot you had any
and lost the cemetary
just a ghost still living
your voice is slightly distant
those eyes always glisten
in one single instance
that weakness
it pulls you
it pulls you down
loved ones are heedless
but are starting to know now
lost in a needle
goals only menial
your daughter she sees you
but your glare appears mean though
dark circled eyes
make it hard to break free so
keep those small tasks
like it'll bring your life back
before that car crash
when you were free from the flask
you would know, wouldn't you?
it figures you would know
those dark trips you go down, down, down
