Man, I fucked up
Why the hell'd I join the military if I suck
At organization, you can say I'm creative
But really its just a fear of social complacence
And I can taste it...dishonorable discharge
The phrase begins to make my dick hard
I'd go back to makin' tracks at night
And workin' a menial maintenance job during the daytime
Hey I'm, here and I really don't know why
What the fuck have I done with my life
To end up in this position of complete submission
Too many people to speak and nobody to listen
This is, the worst that I've felt
And honestly I feel I need professional help
But it wouldn't matter 'cus I couldn't pop their pills
I'm just here to learn the art of lovin' to kill
I think I'm okay, no I'm not
I'm gonna cut my brief timeline short with a pop
I want it to stop, I need help and I'm shocked
With the current of absence from everybody that dropped
Off of my page as soon as I boarded the plane
One way, Great Lakes to new, desolate places
Caged in, no escape from the case I'm placed in
The population figured out I'm crazy as shit
But don't mind me. I'm just your neighborhood creep
Nobody hears my words when I speak
And fuck that, I can't call this Earth my home
One gunshot, a little less safety prone
Don't mind me. I'm just your neighborhood creep
Nobody hears my thoughts when I think
And fuck that, I can't call this Earth my home
One overdose, a little less Earth to roam
I think I'm gonna do myself in
And I don't even mean that shit as a joke
I'm just tryin' to do my few friends some justice
By writin' a decent bye before I croak
And on that note, I got a few of my own
Bury the pity whenever it is I go
I've never owned more than a fraction of a millisecond here
Or enjoyed more than a fraction of the year
Lace my eyes and stitch my mouth wide
So when they call me a lunatic I can look surprised
I'm so fuckin' sick of hearin' 'bout sunshine
When all I wanna do is sleep, close the damn blinds
I'm not diggin' this ride, I haven't in a long time
Yet the Ferrari wheels continue to climb
Past the breaking point to the point of suicide
Still tryin' to prove to myself that I ain't gun-shy
...Well, here's your chance
Take the tiny pebbles, put 'em in your hand
Take the shiny metal and load the cartridge
Push the steel together, slide back ya head
And let 'em pick through the remains
Let the other lost souls think of doin' the same
Let 'em read it in the local section
Let the Catholics try to pray me into a resurrection
They shouldn't mind me. I'm just your neighborhood creep
Nobody hears my thoughts when I think
And fuck that, I can't call this Earth my home
One gunshot, a little less safety prone
Don't mind me. I'm just your neighborhood creep
Nobody hears my thoughts when I think
And fuck that, I can't call this Earth my home
One overdose, a little less Earth to roam
Why the hell'd I join the military if I suck
At organization, you can say I'm creative
But really its just a fear of social complacence
And I can taste it...dishonorable discharge
The phrase begins to make my dick hard
I'd go back to makin' tracks at night
And workin' a menial maintenance job during the daytime
Hey I'm, here and I really don't know why
What the fuck have I done with my life
To end up in this position of complete submission
Too many people to speak and nobody to listen
This is, the worst that I've felt
And honestly I feel I need professional help
But it wouldn't matter 'cus I couldn't pop their pills
I'm just here to learn the art of lovin' to kill
I think I'm okay, no I'm not
I'm gonna cut my brief timeline short with a pop
I want it to stop, I need help and I'm shocked
With the current of absence from everybody that dropped
Off of my page as soon as I boarded the plane
One way, Great Lakes to new, desolate places
Caged in, no escape from the case I'm placed in
The population figured out I'm crazy as shit
But don't mind me. I'm just your neighborhood creep
Nobody hears my words when I speak
And fuck that, I can't call this Earth my home
One gunshot, a little less safety prone
Don't mind me. I'm just your neighborhood creep
Nobody hears my thoughts when I think
And fuck that, I can't call this Earth my home
One overdose, a little less Earth to roam
I think I'm gonna do myself in
And I don't even mean that shit as a joke
I'm just tryin' to do my few friends some justice
By writin' a decent bye before I croak
And on that note, I got a few of my own
Bury the pity whenever it is I go
I've never owned more than a fraction of a millisecond here
Or enjoyed more than a fraction of the year
Lace my eyes and stitch my mouth wide
So when they call me a lunatic I can look surprised
I'm so fuckin' sick of hearin' 'bout sunshine
When all I wanna do is sleep, close the damn blinds
I'm not diggin' this ride, I haven't in a long time
Yet the Ferrari wheels continue to climb
Past the breaking point to the point of suicide
Still tryin' to prove to myself that I ain't gun-shy
...Well, here's your chance
Take the tiny pebbles, put 'em in your hand
Take the shiny metal and load the cartridge
Push the steel together, slide back ya head
And let 'em pick through the remains
Let the other lost souls think of doin' the same
Let 'em read it in the local section
Let the Catholics try to pray me into a resurrection
They shouldn't mind me. I'm just your neighborhood creep
Nobody hears my thoughts when I think
And fuck that, I can't call this Earth my home
One gunshot, a little less safety prone
Don't mind me. I'm just your neighborhood creep
Nobody hears my thoughts when I think
And fuck that, I can't call this Earth my home
One overdose, a little less Earth to roam
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