Daly's Gone Wrong - The Conflict Perspective s**s lyrics

I have a lack of shared thought, "Oh, so just let me go" You see this right here? " yea ,well I just don't know" I sit and think, you talk and write You hope and wish to change my mind It's not about who's wrong or right so when ya gonna realize? But I can't conflict I know all too well I'd rather fuel a fire then confine all the things I felt We both lost faith in a world where dreams and moral are k**ed my common men Our hearts scarred with no hopes of recovery My friend I'll stand with you until our destruction we're gonna be just fine... Put pa**ion to this pen in hopes of something beautiful But there's nothing pure that ever could or ever would come of this What's wrong with your head? What are you thinking in your bed real late at times? Well I've made a friend hope so who's yours? And I I don't think you know, what it's like to own The day to have it stripped in a single breath Half smoked to the ashtray And I don't think you know what it's like to trust in bond Put faith in flesh, go against the rest so I'll stand true to this... song Watch... Watch you cry blood (from your cheek to the floor) Watch you tear blood (from your cheek to the floor) Watch you cry blood (from your cheek to the floor) Watch... There's something wrong with me, yea desperately wrong Sirens set go, burning in concrete and I didn't even pray for her Where's my heart? Where's my compa**ion? Just because I spit unity or mutual respect don't label me pacifist Because I'd be the first to lay arms with your kind ...I'd be the first But is it worth holding a candle when the flame keeps slipping? This burden is getting awful heavy, My back is breaking, nails slipping, awaiting the end So I'll... Put pa**ion to this pen in hopes of something beautiful But there's nothing pure that ever could or ever would come of this What's wrong with your head? What are you thinking in your bed real late at times? Well I've made a friend hope so who's yours? And I I don't think you know, what it's like to own The day to have it stripped in a single breath Half smoked to the ashtray And I don't think you know what it's like to trust in bond Put faith in flesh, go against the rest so I'll Took ethics of an underground culture and instilled them in an MTV society. Rejected an elitist's model of thinking, f**'em we don't need them anyway. Tore down a proud flag of autonomy, how it meant so much to me. Another number in an infinite equation, f**'em we don't need them anyway!