The older I get, the better I was (Post-Hardcore.RU)
I am your fire and brimstone Chasing, chasing your shadow We're hypocritical thinkers in the worst way With our busted up confessionals and liars and freak shows We've been vindictive and so wicked, forgive me We've come to shake things up We're here to make things interesting God forbid that we bring offense When you read our sins in the album print And honestly, this honesty has been killing me I am your tired and burdened Chasing, chasing your heaven We're clinically defective at the worst times With our twisted up convictions and destructive night walking We're the drifters and the dreamers, forgive us Mad dogs fury, raging on, with glory.