sábado, 30 de julho de 2011

Failure rare song

From a b-side of Pro-catastrophe , Dipped in Anger

I'm sick with the guilt
and I'm dipped in the anger
And sex is the thing
that has brought me disease
I want to hurt people,
especially ones I know
I'm so fucking scared
I just wish I could go
But go to the store or
the park or the mountains
I'll still be sick there
as the anger spews from me
like fountains
Like fountains

I can break things, things plastic
but things I'll remember I broke
it's the the gnawing, the clawing,
The scraper inside wants to clean out
all that's inside so there's only without
A numb hard shell is how they'll find me
let me show you my best
I won't be that easy to find
I will fit in with the rest
I will fit in with the rest

The past is still with me,
it follows not stopping
Slowing me down to show me
that nothing is left in my life
To say that I have changed
I'm still here obsessing
and thinking of nothing
Can not even be honest with myself
Don't want to fit in with the rest
I don't want to fit in with the rest

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