If I am mad, it is mercy
To be alive not staring blankly
And stern as a soldier while, as you get older
Your callousness drags you right up to your hideous end
All alone in the web you spin
verse 2
If you?re alive, it?s a wonder
That the current hasn?t pulled you under
And dragged you down 900 feet
From the air that you breathe just to exhale the bullshit that you seem to speak
And brag about all the pain you wreak
Invertebrate, too weak to crawl out of the mud
So insolent, we fill our mouth with other?s blood
Verse
Bloody water seeps into the sand on the third coast
And pools around the feet of a tall, broad shouldered man
The town?s reflection?s like a crumpled up pay stub
He?s making little plans, little plans, little plans
Bloody water seeps into the sand on the third coast
And pools around the feet of a tall, broad shouldered man
The town?s reflection?s like a crumpled up pay stub
He?s making little plans, little plans, little plans
Outro
Hang my reservations out to dry, cause I?ve got enemies to make before I die
Hang my reservations out to dry, cause I?ve got enemies to make before I die