Still grinding teeth, trying to follow you home
Ill stop the world cause this plan is slow
Wait across the street in the parking lot
The tree is dead, the front door is locked
The moments I framed have cracked and crumbled
Grabbed us by the throat then I choked and stumbled
This will never work, this will never work
Check my pulse as I swallow dirt
Im cutting myself with my own morals
I never meant to write about you I never meant to write about you
The one contact that I loved so much
But passing my own heart, what could possibly be within?
Do you think about your actions?
Do you ever wonder what the consequences are?
Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe
Oh, the dullness of existence
Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe
Oh, the dullness of existence
Im dressed in white, shine so bright, hair so tight
And I have no sympathy for this
He needs somebody else to leech off of Somebody else to leech off of
The one contact that I loved so much
But passing my own heart, what could possibly be within?
Do you think about your actions?
Do you ever wonder what the consequences are?
Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe
Oh, the dullness of existence
Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe
Oh, the dullness of existence
Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote, its fucking mind over matter
Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote, its fucking mind over matter
Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote, its fucking mind over matter
Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote, its fucking mind over matter
My concepts are rested
And manifest in ways you cant forget
My concepts are rested
And manifest in ways you cant forget
My concepts are rested If youre gonna wear the uniform you better sell the cookies
Dont come to my house asking for a handout
My concepts are rested If youre gonna wear the uniform, sell the fucking cookies
Dont come to my house…