and also since you did this to others imma do it to you >:)

I'm tired of feeling comatose I've lost the me that I loved most I'm barely holding on to smoke I'm not addicted but I'm not clean Why do I do this to myself on repeat? So disconnected from my own reality Am I man or machine? If I give, will you take? As I lie for the taste I just **** it up as you lap it up (Go) Through flesh and bone, I walk alone (Go) If I run, will I fade away? 'Cause I don't wanna leave it behind In all my pride All my shame I find strength enough to show you I may bend But I won't break 'Cause I define who I, define who I become I miss the me that I have not met Choking in silence on the words left unsaid I feel a sickness for a home I've never been And I exist in black and white but now I'm seeing red I built a shelter in complacency Locked myself in and set fire and threw away the key Too scared to live, but I'm afraid to die So am I living or am I just alive? All my pride, all my shame I find strength, enough to show you I may bend But I won't break I

'Cause I'm tired of feeling comatose I've lost the me that I loved most I'm barely holding on to smoke But I'm holding on, I'm holding on Broken, (but) I'm holding on Driven, to right the wrong Silent, connected yet I feel so separated Fallen, through flesh and bone Frozen, I stand alone Deafened, in silence, the voice remains Behind my eyes Beneath my rage I was struggling to get through Out of time And out of faith I define who I become In all my pride All my shame I find strength, enough to show you I may bend But I won't break 'Cause I define who I, define who I become I'm tired of feeling comatose I lost the me that I loved most I'm barely holding on to smoke But I'm holding on, I'm holding on I'm tired of being human Tired of being numb Waiting for the "holy ghost" to come So save me from the webs that I have spun I'm holding on, holding on

sad

Stop stalling, make a name for yourself Boy, you better put that pen to paper and charm your way out If you talk, you better walk You better back your shit up With more than good hooks While you're all under the gun Start talking a sensationalist Oh, he's slightly clever to just a certain extent If you talk, you better walk You better keep your mouth shut With more than good hooks While you're all under the gun

Panic! meet the Press It's time for us to take a chance It's time for us to take a chance Panic! meet the Press It's time for us to take a chance It's time for us

Well we're just a wet dream for the web scene Make us it, make us hip, make us scene Or shrug us off your shoulders Don't approve a single word we wrote

Well we're just a wet dream for the webzines Make us it, mke us hip, make us scene Or shrug us off your shoulders Don't approve a single word we wrote

I'm burning and I'm blacking my lungs Boy, you know it feels good with fire back on your tongue If you talk, you better walk You better back your shit up With more than good hooks While you're all under the gun Start talking a sensationalist Oh, he's slightly clever to just a certain extent Oh, keep quiet let us sing like the doves Then decide if it's done with purpose or lack thereof

Just for the record The weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of A. Indifference and b. disinterest in what the critics say

It's time for us to take a chance It's time for us

Well we're just a wet dream for the webzines Make us it, make us hip, make us scene Or shrug us off your shoulders Don't approve a single word we wrote Well we're just a wet dream for the webzines Make us it, make us hip, make us scene Or shrug us off your shoulders Don't approve a single word we wrote

Just for the record The weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of A. Indifference and b. Disinterest in what the critics say

Well we're just a wet dream for the webzines Make us it, make us hip, make us scene Or shrug us off your shoulders Don't approve a single word we wrote

Well we're just a wet dream for the webzines Make us it, make us hip, make us scene Or shrug us off your shoulders Don't approve a single word we wrote

Just for the record The weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of A. Indifference and b. Disinterest in what the critics say