The clock read just quarter past insane
The second
[?] and it rained
A half
[?] along the way
For my eyes
[?]
A far cry from the man that we once knew
The finite is trying to make it through
A white lion, a moral black and blue
So I can move
So keep a bible on the shelf
And a spot reserved in hell
Now tell me how can we live with ourselves
You can’t bury your shame underground
There’s a crack through the pain that you felt
Tell me how can you live with yourself
throat cut by the viewings of your own
Dissatisfaction
The chemical reaction keeps you vacant
In the solace of your mind
And if I ever had to say goodbye
[?]
[?] I know
That you’d be better letting go
So keep a bible on the shelf
And a spot reserved in hell
Now tell me how can we live with ourselves
You can’t bury your shame underground
There’s the crack through the pain that you felt
Tell me how can we live with ourselves
Typically (He keeps his habits in the attic)
Hypocritically (He never minds, asymptomatic)
Intuition can be (It’s laced with something tragic)
So he shakes and he bleeds (Unaware, I’m problematic)
All my issues can be
[?] dramatic and erratic
So I’ll sit and I’ll play
Leave me to my
[?] habits
And typically
Yeah the world is a bit tragic
You better listen to me
‘Cause I swear this time I’ve had it
And now tell me how can we live with ourselves
You can’t bury your shame underground
There’s the crack through the pain that you felt
Now tell me how can we live with ourselves