Tekstovi: Atlantic Aftermath. Come Hell Or High Water. Bi-curious George.

Your ignorance will consume you!

Breath kid the ice has come
And it's frozen all the words on your spitfire tongue
Can you suffer alienation or detach from your lips
Can you shift your attention to her mouth from her hips

(Watch as I)
Become the new pariah before your very eyes
It's a constant reminder that everybody lies
I am the new boy wonder, I'm crowding empty rooms
But my disappearing act could never top you

All the tides are changing, falling back on me
I'm on the surface of the sand
I hear this weather makes one hell of a man

As I engage your reaction like hell I'm going to bed on my own
Cuz I reap what I sowe
And judging by her last action I guess I'm not sleeping alone
Here's one for the road

Fuck all these prep school kids
And their gunslinger attitudes: the offspring of pigs
Who gorge themselves on Fridays on cheap thrills and booze
And overdose on Sundays in Motel 6 rooms

You lack the self awareness to fend for yourself
You'll die in the vaults where you assembled your wealth
Your the sole existing reason planes fall from the sky
You'll be a nervous wreck til the day that you die

All the tides are changing, falling back on me
I'm on the surface of the sand
I hear this weather makes one hell of a man

As I engage your reaction like hell I'm going to bed on my own
Cuz I reap what I sowe
And judging by her last action I guess I'm not sleeping alone
Here's one for the road

Cause I know myself
Better than anyone else
Take note, I speak what I feel
What I see, what I think, what is real

In the end It's just me
Wide awake I'll never last in this plastic regime

As I engage your reaction like hell I'm going to bed on my own
Cuz I reap what I sowe
And judging by her last action I guess I'm not sleeping alone
Here's one for the road