[INXS cover]
victim writing your own obituary scarred for your trespass the bullets that you've dodged all these years are turning and coming your way in this the
And when they said this wasn?t worth its weight in gold We chose to clench our fists and spit in their eyes Turn a deaf ear, a blind eye To all the
you've been a liar all along now even our memories are tainted by your deception this world is crumbling while you writhe searching for someone left to blame this world is
To bid farewell to an enemy can be oh so bittersweet this conflict ceases, now you feel calm and safe as the ragged curtain closes, ending and age-old
You cant keep me here any longer in spite of all your wishes I've been imprisoned, but I'm breaking out nevermore will i know this guilt I've carried
forget the better life rot in your own backyard kill for a future dig up whats left give my life for one tomorrow find a way to make this fleeting rampage
find a way out of this hollow coma and I can't afford to be ignored listen, reach out, this is just another plea for aid just know that this time all
Basking in the raging flames of failed expectation is where I'll be found my epiphany comes while the clock ticks down i try to brace myself but I'm still
Can't stop the rain don't cry my name feel no more more shame last days campaign if ever I'm given the chance to walk toward the light you can rest assured
me now then i swear you never will just going through the motions while the audience is still i can hardly feel the passion that you've stolen from this
nothing makes sense, I cant decipher fact from pretense. This is the sound of a young man breaking ties. This is a convoluted attempt to find some source of hope, this is
It begin with this. This is a declaration of intent. We're taking back all those somber years we spent full of days we wasted wishing we had stayed in
." At the start of this you have no idea. Barring precognition you just couldn't know how merciless all of this would seem from here and now but regret is
regret but for now I'm shutting it all out just expect nothing less to be filled with self loathing and doubt this potent sting of remorse is killing
the concrete and I recall a heart so pure it that ceased to beat. I haven't said nearly enough. But I've already said far to much. This is the best and
but we keep losing faith every day. Deliver me from this wasteland, deliver me from feeling alone. These days, at best are a shadow of what they should have been. Deliver me from this
my tongue, we are the walking dead. We do this now because we've done it before. We cling to hope because she floats like a corpse. The sun is out and