My inspiration note the sympathy

They've taken everything you want

And they left you all alone

My setting sun, self appointed,

I am a fraud

You are the martyr

It's decided and I owe you

Several worlds I can tell you...

Rat in the sewer, scraps they left behind

Once their visionary,

And they all have robbed you blind

Your broken records playing for

None fabricate song

Amputated creative tongue

You sing on and on and

I can tell you why

I'm bringing you down,

Calling you out,

Taking your shield

It's easier now

Years have been kind

Distance between

Has given hind sight

I jumped a train

Your tragedy so easy to read,

Is bitter envy

They're reaping all the lowly benefits

You missed the train they stole

And you've never...

I'm burning you down,

Calling you out,

Taking your shield

It's easier now

Years have been kind

Distance between has given hind sight

I'm on a train

things don't seem to be as easy
as they used to be it's getting
harder everyday
to think of better things to say
about what's going on around you and
what's happening inside you
when it's time to change you won't know how
it won't matter years from now
no matter what you think or do or say
everything turns grey

this is it, the darkest hour
isn't it depressing how our
minds create an atmosphere
that won't happen here unless we make some
new demands to grasp the future in our hands
you know i wish i could but it's too late
for senseless minds that love to hate
no matter what they think
or do or say
everything turns grey

no matter what you think
or do or say
everything turns grey

Maybe it's not funny but it's true
No one here's suprised but you
Embellish it, the truth is your a slave
Addicted to it's escalating
And your love story's bad

Drama makes you livid and the nervous always laugh
I'm fresh out of advice
And sick of standing in this harms way

Interstae, indebate,
An impasse
Driving out the hope and gas
Arriving at the same mute conclusion
This destination failure
This is going, going

Nowhere slow
Drama is exhausting and I'd rather be alone
I want better friends
I'm sick of giving in to harms way
And so are they

Sick of being around something that's destined to fail
And the sume of its parts cannot see
They make me hate life, hate
Friends, hate being there

I know that it's not funny but it's true
No one gives a shit but you
Maybe I'll just swallow all these thoughts
Maybe someday you'll stop

Late, I can stay up late
In and out of bed
Cleaning up the mess
Trying to be honest
'Cause I know I am on it
In this the last time I speak of it
The loyalties that have been broken
Mine isn't dead
One thing is true
Nothing is sacred
When everyone's talking
And nobody's listening
When we confide in all those friends
They're just messengers
One thing is true
You throw the matters into blue skies
Turning to grey,
Falling out everyday
One thing that's free
I confide in you with the truth
Late, I can stay up late
In and out of bed
Cleaning up the mess inside my head

Def, watching cars
And focus on one 'till it's
gone
Heroes die off everyday
Like fathers who would never stay
The kids are all wrong [repeat]
They're full of their hopeless opinion
The kids are all wrong [repeat]
That's all I ever really learned

No more waiting on them

as you rise inside new rooms

It's official you've gone

You can live for no one else

Man the guilt must be huge

As there's no gain in failure

You succeed at being mine

Yeah, old friend, see you there

I will be proud from afar

I can paint a picture

In a moment of memories

And there aren't many left

I am extradited, uninvited

It's just another Saturday

Take a step to freedom

You and her loathing this cruel world

Take a breath of shelter

And exhale trust and allegiance

Liberate yourself from hell

It's just another Saturday