from the album "parachute to hell"
Swinging
I pick my pockets with my hands, but nothing ever comes of this/and still I'm like a child who never seems to learn their lesson/And I am in a state of rest fiending for a caffiene rush/and they have locked the coffee up to mock me of depression
I'm just jumping ship to say, I've had enough of being sane/the medicine won't keep the monsters out of every corner/I'm watching them destroy themselves, from inside a sleeper cell/I only laugh because I know the fight is far from over
Counter my attacks with all you can if you can counter them at all
The man behind the counter gripes, at items highly overpriced/it makes him sick toope sell the products he himself has wavered/and from a stance of solitude, the barren offer no excuse/although they surely shine the beauty of their inner anger
I'm not giving up until you're giving in/so how will we ever know the end
I ball my hand into a fist, and everyday is hit or miss/I only swing when I don't have a thing to fight against
Counter my attacks with all you can if you can counter then at all
Listen this one too- "Ironside"
watch?v=AAbkkGa4CL4
fabiossh 5 months ago