and so it goes right out the god damn window snuffed out like cigarettes that fall then burst from my fingertips as we cruise through the same shit you think we'd be used to it feels like were lost at sea drowning in mediocrity as we try to stay afloat with a loose grip on false hope so fuck these ghost towns, another night surrounded by the same droning sound christ you think they would've moved on by now so who's going to cry when all these bands die? do we look to the sky cause my eyes are dry they don't need saved they need put to sleep cowards among men we are lions they are sheep so who let this happen? does anyone know? you've got to sell tickets to play a god damn show for blank stares empty eyes in the same pointless dives oh the music has passion its just over their heads id rather see their heads on plates or severed displayed on stakes were skipping stones on ponds of piss and they're just too deep were skipping stones on ponds of piss and they wont fucking sink! give it up repetitive fucks, these pigs all squeal the same RISE YOUNG LION! take life by the throat oh so young and impressionable up your own ass played out sounds get ripped to pieces by wolves in our town mark my scars