Cha I tell you I embrace despair, the knots in my hair
the tickle of small spiders and beetles
running up and down my legs, when I lay in bed
Tonight, don't you miss your needles pinch
as it pierces your skin
delivering what you need within
trouble comes and trouble goes
breathe it in and you're on your own...
Calling the fallen down
killing in the name of the counted-out
we've started a riot but who's gonna fight it?
the whispers that you hear when the lights are out
Well I can see they feel no pain, could I feel the same?
I fall and hit the ground so fing hard
Won't you join me on the floor, as we beg for more?
I could care less so wake me when its over-run with
the lust for war, or the evil that longs for more
Is it not more than we can take? Or so heavy
it makes it break?
Calling the fallen down
killing in the name of the counted-out
we've started a riot but who's gonna fight it?
the whispers that you hear when the lights are out
Only in pain do I see clear
through the drawn-out dreams of the chronically mundane, un-spectacular
How could I be more insincere
Than to follow through on a punch that isn't meant for you?
I feel the hate run through my veins
I give a kiss to those that I want dead
Is it breaking my will or breaking me in?
I had a taste of war and I want more
Only in pain do I see clear
(Out of the fire and in to the bright light)
through the drawn-out dreams of the chronically mundane, un-spectacular
How could I be more insincere
(We've started a riot but who's gonna fight it?)
Than to follow through on a punch that isn't meant for you?

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