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No! Shut your hole, it's too late for apology.
I smell the shit you're selling, but I don't want any.
The ant colony turned their backs on my chromosomes.
Feel the darkness get darker, hide inside of your glass home.
I'm throwing stones at the sky in hopes it will fall down.
C'mon now, The Brady Bunch had to break up somehow!
I'm just keeping up with the Joneses,
show me where you hid the bones and MAYBE I'll let you live.
Gimme room to hold my breath, watch your step;
'cause I'll wipe that look off your face even though I didn't make the mess,
but I digress, In my dearest dreams I'm soaked in your screams.
The plot twists have become a familiar theme.
My feeble wheels ground to a halt and shattered my harmony joyride.
I'll take my axe to the 99, cause 1 percent stood by my side.
I tripped so hard I lost my marbles and swallowed my pride,
now I double knot the laces to keep my shoes tied.
I do lie, but only for the sake of conversation.
The grungy gears inside my head have very little lubrication.
There's no patience left for time theft; you drunken munchkins
can cry till your makin' faces like you've been munchin' onions.
Do I look like I give a liquid shit about your take on it?
I give you a place to sleep and this is the thanks I get?!
I'm near the point of breaking back the walls that you hide behind,
and I sank my ship near the shore so you wouldn't know when I arrived.
Is it all so unimportant son? Yeah, so just tip that bottle back
and get so plastered that your able to hide from the facts.
Dirty laundry belongs in the laundromats, not my fuckin' closet!
I've watched you slur and drool, act a fool, then pass out in your own vomit.
Staring at my wound is a morbid form of acupuncture;
waiting for the storms to come with clouds I can attack you under.
I guess this is goodbye, you're inebriated again right?
Hope you brought your flash light, 'cause some things ARE black and white!
Go get wasted, pull them covers high, and wrap em tight!
Even the boogeyman knows that's only way you'll get to sleep at night.
Go get wasted, pull them covers high, and wrap em tight!
Even the boogeyman knows that's only way you'll get to sleep at night!

Friend's a funny word 'cause friends don't act too friendly.
My confidence is brittle, so it's not too wise to bend me.
Novelty apologies thrive in the land where destruction is imminent.
Now I wear my sleeves on my heart 'cause it's so cold in your frigid wind.

Passion: is this a new concept for ya' kid?
Or did you fake it like all those girls? You're fucked up now!
You're proud of being the slacker in the pride; we decided we're gonna get rid of you somehow, if it's the first thing I do when I show up now!
How indescribably obnoxious, imbibing those toxic nonsense
fumes, 40's; let's get drunk, get lost, and wake up with our pants off!
It's a fun situation when living in a nation that supports their children
when they're too drunk to stand for themselves!
Mental health is not an option when drinking this concoction,
all values go out the door and puke off the porch!
Into the ground where we'll find you around 30 not hurting anybody,
or at least that's what you think until you took it to the brink and dove into the drink.
It doesn't matter if it sinks in, I'll really be impressed,
because you weren't displaying your best self last time that I checked in!
But I'll forget you even existed with your lack of passion;
constantly distant, reflecting the people who created you.
Yeah right! If you only knew how you've lost your way
in an unconditional haze. We praise behavior that favors lack of thinking;
fucking and drinking booze till you lose your friends and pretend they suck,
but if it wasn't for your luck you wouldn't have had one
person in this world who cared enough to try
to impart some trust: broken with rusted locks not to keep anything inside!
What your feeling is hurt pride: did I do that?
or did you do it to yourself? Go ahead and decide!
'Cause it helps to have a hand, it helps to have a plan,
it helps to have a helping had to plan for understanding this shit man!
You don't need that drink, it takes you to the brink;
just waiting for you to sink, look back and think!
You don't need that drink, it takes you to the brink;
just waiting for you to sink, look back and think!
You don't need that drink, it takes you to the brink;
just waiting for you to sink, look back and think!

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from Live, Build, Shape, released January 12, 2013

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