There's a feeling I can't convey
There isn't words, or I haven't learned them
Two addicts fought on the sidewalk
I pretend my headphones are plugged in
I see a church spire , and I picture stabbing giants
This place has gotten to me
I can't imagine a life with real problems
Which is mine, I create them just to stop them
I see a church spire and I picture stabbing giants
This place has gotten to me
This song is no comfort
To those in the grinder
So we wrote it for me
Because I need a reminder
Nolite to ba*tardes carborundorum