Running like you're not meant for this place.
Feeling young enough to live, but never man enough to stay.
Soaking in cesspools for the kicks and the thrills
Scratching scabs wide open, and bleeding where you should have healed.
Convulse, hang your head
Furrowed brow
Just stay home.
With chest like an empty room
Wrath around in your own skin.
While you head consumes nothing
Fall on the sword of regret.
You can open the door.
You can burn it all down.
How clever you have been
Turning suicide notes to hymns.
Erratic and moody
But always enough
For the vacuums of desciples
you always surround.
Convulse. Hang you head.
Furrowed brow
Just stay home.
Convulse. Shake your head
You're ignored
Just stay home.