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.