Из альбома: The History of Saints

We need your attention
This just may be the end
The end of frustration
Or at least my blinking

At last some ease
God damn I hate these nails
Stuck into my back
Each one is speeding
A meltdown to destruct
My frustration is with everyone I see
I'm slipping - drowning in my hometown

Always incomplete
Damn it listen to me
Trying and trying again
Until the cycle repeats

Always pressure builds
I now hate everyone
I can see my dreams
And they are seeming rather weak
Compared to the lives
Of mid-twenty-year-olds

Smeared across my TV
I'm seeming rather bleak
It's time for solitude
Until the world's redeemed
Of parasite I am to be

I've got it stocked deep
For the day I truly go insane
I can't compete with the world that I live in
Mankind rapes and makes
Institutes out of everything
Inhaling and gulping
Panic is engulfing

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