This is a true story I just woke up, everything was fucked From the night before, I was beyond repair I had just woke up, everything was wrong All the
L.A. lady you always look so uninspired when you're hanging around living with creeps and loving with liars and everybody knows it's true that all
Ideals of beauty Set to color in savvy death camp chic The runways turn to gauntlets of disgrace and sickness For your spectacle your piece Freeze, her
Laden with guilt and full of fears I fly to Thee my Lord And not a glimpse of hope appears But in Thy written word The volumes of my Father's grace Does
guilt is growing in my head building on a painful past distorting all I think and see my mask is your reality innosense on it's own among the tempting
Deep inside the black and winding mazes I'm running from my ghouls My own thoughts are replaced by The hidden faces deep from my soul Longing to see
My shame is cold like a grave but my lust is hot like an engine Pistons that pump and a heart that thumps to the beat But I can't wrap my head around
Block the entrances, close the doors Seal the exits, 'cause this is war All gave some, some gave all But for what? I wanna know Carry on, don't mind
and I lay numb, waiting for something worst to happen. sweet innocence, it happened so suddenly. she crossed my path on the way to nothingness, I knew
Drain the veins in my head Clean out the reds in my eyes to get by Security lines, the x-ray machine Pretend you don't know me so well I wont tell if
I feel guilt, I feel guilt Though I ain't done nothin' wrong, I feel guilt I feel guilt, I feel guilt Though I know I've done no wrong, I feel guilt
You know what it's like This happens to everyone once or twice You were driving off in a taxi Leaning out the window and shouting your number But I got
Road map is a bitter pill Scene stinks of a double deal A good front like the devil will Your eyes on the prize Come clean like you said you would And
You keep hanging on for more Building walls around the words around the world I keep tripping over hints I keep spilling every secret Without spilling
If ever I'm wrong, whatever I do If anyone asks, I will be hiding from you If ever I speak, put words in my mouth Its only speech and sound Is there
God bless here's a man of conviction With evidence enough to convict him So he stands by the side of the victim Has strength enough to forgive him Hopefully
Just to get by try to stay high It's a good life end of discussion And hours like sand holes in my hand I'm a good soul, martyr me And I'm wasting my
Never love anyone else It's a promise you made to yourself There's a box with the ring on the shelf And it's tarnished Burden of liars and thieves Is