spitting back
your memory erased
spill your blackened
imagery disgrace
bitter drinks half bitten smiles
saving face and in denial
heating up cold steel embrace
giving up to the metal taste
let me out
i’m not in to you
hit the breaks
I need some altitude
see that crowd?
well, they’re not here for you
one more time
and fuck your attitude
this is the end of an error
this is not what you all turned out to see
so sick there’s no getting better
all you got
and its all made out of me
this is the end of an error
we are not what we pretend to be
so quick then we’re gone forever
one last shot
then it’s all burnt out of me
fucking up in misery and wires
shout your twisted majesty of fire
scheming hands, half written lies
coming down but on the rise
wasted life, so shambolic
sober thoughts but alcoholic
let me out
I’m not into you
hit the breaks
I need some altitude
see that crowd?
well, they’re not here for you
one more time
and fuck your attitude
