Sore - Buzzov*en

I think i know you

My time is not so clear

To scrape myself away

My god what a fucked up day

In violence we linger

This is not my home

I see dirty razors

Relax it won’t be ok

I never knew just how long

You gave and took in the same

My response is not kind

This meth has raped my mind

I came strength failed

The dead breath broke

All weak it cried out

Found out the lost cage

In pitiful he sank the

Lives complain unnerved sense

Of a sick return im wired

Weak mind again

My wasted life i trim the pain again

The skill to cure the mad collapsed

The clinics closed its not the same

To fake what can’t delay i try

Not to change my mind

Its not ok i live to carnage the weak

My cancer is so in need

Administer forgotten

Shame with gentle restraint

You lie

You fucking lie…