[feat. Robby Bancroft Of Five Characters In Search Of An Exit]
Having stopped and collected moss Searching for a substitution It’s hard to be thrown into new charts Scraping the wrought off your teeth Unmoved in the core but circling the surface Trapped in the same body; choking the life out of you It’s been brushed off and polished Yet we still believe to be the same as Before we were on top looking down Into the center eyes can focus through new layers Transparent in thought Because we are the ones, we are the ones Who we’re afraid of Fuck all that, forget all that Forget all that for now, we get it out; I think it’s out One more drink and then we’ll call it a night A quick fix to set us off right; Explode in your face An overdose of your worst fears; go another round Shot for shot, faded into the night I’ve offered my time, and now it’s over Transform I become none A thought of life and the forsaken I was born in the gutter and controlled by the suit I can tell you what death smells like It is mine to show you The end of my day is the end of the curse