This is some passionate shit made for the has been who sits In a dark corner crying holding clenched fists Mad at the world for the problem he inflicts Lying his way through the last lie that he spit He swears to God that he didn't, but we all know he done did it Come with the terms of usage and learn to face the music Half of you germs are clueless Walking around with arms open, eyes closed, doors unlocked with nobody home And when the sun dies see what clouds bring. A new headache in the morning, the God in your complex Is limbless and can't hear shit, he's too busy playing Marco polo in his bipolar pool full of selfish It's finally good to breath for a minute This world keeps me in a box my whole sanity is winded I stop pretending when that wind unveils the full moon Clear thoughts rendering an image of the ending
Here we go another sad Excuse for way we move A slow generation I'm so unalive The kids play Grownups stay home All alone on the couch waving dreams goodbye
A single file line of chalk clears your mind and thoughts Seem to dim for a moment in time But these minutes stack up, you can't rewind It leaves you stuck out of your prime and dying in your own arms Get ready for the karmageddon I don't mean to did beliefs there is no harm in heaven Your wrapped in the blankets of security Controls everything you feel or see Either way it goes sit down or stand up for what's believed in That's your liberty of freedom We grow with high hopes Then die with no ambition leaving behind nothing But an empty couch for our children
Here we go another sad Excuse for way we move A slow generation I'm so unalive The kids play Grownups stay home All alone on the couch waving dreams goodbye
There's no looking back I left my past way behind me No more up in smoke cloudy memories We were all 16 with the world in our palms at ease We always though that we could have it all Rest in peace to the friends that we're proven wrong Now Im half alone, half alive I can't believe we made it this far Learn to let it go