I can't stab you to death
I can't stab you to death
And this makes me sad
Cause you're not in my bed
You're someone I can't reach
And the things that I did are
Impossible to stitch

We are sweet sour and lame
We are sweet sour and lame
I'm a target to blame

Too old to act like a kid
To young to suicide
Be a man she said
She had some bones to dry

We don't care about the evolution
We the puppet son of revolution
We are out of a pocket solution
We are draining some absolution

My meaningless speech
Shallow pool o

He's a rat or a sword like a word in my mind
Little brat doing wrong always wrong in the night
Empty streets hooker bleeds it's another blackout
Misery welcome home drinking shit till you die

Go go let it flow
Like a zombie eatean by a crow
Go go let it flow
Like a