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Staring down demons, down at Taunton Middle High.
Step-dad was a drunk and every weeknight was a battle.
Rubbing elbows with the morning cattle. Sacrifices.
Getting even with the demons and all their surprises.

I couldn't ask them to leave
I just invited them in.
I can't believe what I just did.

Run, motherfucker, run.
Will you jump with me through the fire?
In these dark places
evil hosts pad their savings, spent on younger faces.

It kills me to act surprised,
so why don't you just say no?
If you're mad at the world, no matter,

So I'm looking at this bottle, and this bottle, it speaks to me.
It says get off the fucking train, so I jumped down.
These metaphors are for assholes, and I'm not different.
I'll get to what I mean, but slowly.
Roses and poetry; that's all you want to be?
It's not alive, and not dead. It's looking for a reason to be.
Not alive, and not dead.
You give me goals impossible and I get further from my own.

Live like a legend and die like an asshole.

You dance with the man, shake his hand, shine his shoes.

The revolution rock hits sound like shit through your iPod.

"Put fists up like like I got, now gimme the loot."

Tearing up the walls, scratching out her name.
Staring up the walls, dulling up the razor blade.
I'm washing it down.
Watch me call the port on.

I'm washing it down. Watch me fall.
It's the shock of the sound of the ants.
to carry me off towards home.

Come on. The ringer got the wolf in a headlock.
The trainer took a quick shot of Russian.
In one motion, the fight called.
Above the ringing were the aches
when I woke up from this pitiful awakening.
From this bullshit. The fight called.

Come on, a generation wasted, spare us the pain

I am just waiting in a room.
I only sleep but half the time.
I am berating onlookers now,
silently greeting pleasant eyes.

Hello.

I am just waiting in a room.

The knife or the rope or the lemon, this brain and I.
The sight of the drop got me off the roof.
Hey, the garage looks cleaner when you look at it sideways, from high.

To finally admit we are born alone and that your only one's got an only one of their own.
We'll get the right sun block for the nice explosions.
Oh, the king is dead.

Fuck genius. What's an artist?
Dead words devoid of meaning. Let's drop them.
I know where they can go, but your neck is blocking the hole.
Let's start from zero.
Now, listen close.
This is a rip: "The scream that ignites the world?"
We're slaves to radios. We're not worth shit to talk to.
This is the pen that won't cauterize the wound.