I can feel the hate but i can't feel the bleed i can taste the end but i can't see a thing i can feel the cold but i can't feel the bleed and when it
When i was young I saw the scoreboard never changed and now i scream at the planes and throwing rocks at punks who sat on concrete blocks while the band
...and they're wasting too much time figuring out the meanings when what they end up finding is that it's the point they're missing, picked up wrong
Those Needles kept you warm and now they do you harm just yesterday I took a look at your life and thought a waste of space (and time) a whore to the
When pouring foundation be careful it might not set And building frames make sure you mitre corners nice and tight Board your windows up when skies turn
Remember those nights drinking in the park? I carried you home when you couldn't walk And those bottles that we shared are broken, buried under sod like
