And you'll hear us screaming From our backyards shouting With adrenaline How the pain burns clean
It gets so inviting All these thoughts of dying On days like these When you can't come clean
It's the same old story Oh how life does bore me In the days between I don't know what's stopping me
So what's the use you'll say To waste your life away When we're dying everyday When you don't see it through It makes a fool of you Sorry but it's true You can still save you
So run boy Never be caught with your hands up No one can outlive the heartache Realize we were born in the wreckage And I am the arrow The dude that flies suicidal And one with the drive into the red eye The cauldron of mourning
So what's the use you'll say To waste your life away When we're dying everyday When you don't see it through It makes a fool of you Sorry but it's true It's true
