Bored out of my mind,
with so much to do.
My thoughts go in circles
while I'm searching for the truth. In fear of a false awareness. My anger has become so heartless and careless. I try to look for whats real in everything. I wanna be absolutly sure if there is something to believe in.
Am I right about the lies? Am I wrong with all the accusations? Who I can't trust I will despise. I'm just looking for an explanation. I'm not on a quest. I just wanna know whats real or fake, whats true or false. And all the bullshit lies you have told.
Is there something hiding behing your twisted grin? I sense some betrayel. I thought you where my friend. Is my understanding a delusion you created? Is the honesty in me something you hated?
The facts aren't quite so right. You make me roll my eyes. The truth is no big deal to you and your little white lies.
As I take a look in the back of mind. I can see myself wasting my fucking time. I see sex, my friends and punk rockand I'm hoping that my thought process will stop.
And I don't know what to do with myself.
And all the fucked up people in this fucked up world can keep their fucked up thoughts to themselves. I got enough shit of my own to think about.
And I don't know what to do with myself.
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And I'm sick of being let down. About this shit I really shouldn't give a fuck about. And I'm sick of being shit on. Why don't you leave me alone and let me fucking hit the bong. Everything gets on my nerves, Its about time I get something I don't deserve. But as for me I can't believe I'm never too tired to think.
And just for a day or maybe two, fuck that, three, or four or five, I'd love to lose my mind.
And I don't know what to do with myself.
Something's not right in the air tonight. It's very slight but something's amiss.
Stench of tension's ripe, through blood-shot sight you can't fight the adrenaline bliss.
There's no reason for such misguided values. No such thing as a dignified "Fuck You" It's just a rushing, burning feeling that can't be confined. It's not my fault if emotions dictate state of mind.
And now my insight fails me and I take flight, off the handle. Even if I'm not right, I don't give a shit, that don't bother me. Thats the last time you shit on me. And its my plight to make you see if you'd thought right you'd have chosen not to fuck with me.
It's a useless reaction, there's no satisfaction. There's still something lacking, Why can't I stop laughing.
Rage burns inside my mind with no logic I can find.. What a fucking waste of time. Lets fucking end this right now.
You made the choice. You went and raised your fucking voice. You made the choice you had to go and raise your fucking voice.
Looking for a girl to fit this broken mold. Couldn't find her and I went out of funkin' control.
Gonna make my sweetheart. Gotta find the right parts.
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Papermache and construction paper, It'll take one or two days for me to make her. Gonna use my Gameboy for her intellect. My patchwork girl will be so perfect. Scissors, spikes and krazy glue. There's nothing my patchwork girl can't do. My patchwork girl will make me erect. My patchwork girl will be so perfect.
Searched so long for her and I thought that I was done. Till I got up one day and decided to make one.
Gonna make my sweetheart. Gotta find the right parts.
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So ya think I'm some kind of Frankenstein. Oh No ! Don't touch ! She's All Mine!
At a show I saw some things. Some things quite sickening. As a thirty-year-old man fucks up thirteen-year-old boys. And no one does a fucking thing. How could this kind of shit go down and there's no restitution for those poor kids?
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I wish that man would get what he deserves. Like my fists sending pain through his nerves. And what kind of fucking joy could a grown man get out of kicking in the chest of a little boy.
I'm so sorry for not being able to help you when I could. And when I looked around for awhile all of those worthless greaser fucks we're wearing a fucking smile.
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And as for the band, you pathetic fucks can suck my dick. You didn't stop anything. You loved it all. You make me sick. And I'll be goodgodfucking damned if I don't see that man and make sure he gets what he fucking deserves.
Beginning and end of the outside world are the walls of my room. And as long as I keep this inactive mentality these walls will enclose my doom.
I got this funny feeling like I'm losing all my feeling. With my head on the floor and my eyes on the ceiling. And I know I should be getting on my way. And if I wasn't so fucking lazy I'd be having better days. And all I have done is sit around an worried. The numbers roll on and we all age in a hurry. But life's getting dull and I need something new. I will stand up and find something to do.
Tethered, Bound, Tied Down Kicking and screaming but I'm tied to the ground.
There closing in. The walls are coming down. We wanna go outside and have a look around, but foward motion is what we lack now. Gotta find the energy to get up off the ground.
