Throats Album

i'm only as hopeless as you say i am,
here's to good health and bad addictions
just leave me to be on my own, you should be proud
i'm all alone

people miserable as fuck because nothing's as it seems,
say goodbye to coming clean of your dreams.
it's too hard to relate when i'm full of so much hate.
it doesn't matter if the clocks held up by splinters
the hands still move round
round and round and round and round
it doesn't matter if you're held up by splinters
you're just mainly sight and sound
could you even feel falling down?
getting older, golden age
i guess i can't see the best untill i've seen the worst
but theres something in my head,
they're fucking with my head.
walk any street they're all the same cause winters home too soon again
a generations vice, slip on ice
feel it coming down tonight
getting older, golden age
can you feel the lies inside?
a place for everything and everything in its place,
it's the same thing every day because we've all run out of things to say.
they're fucking with my head.

i've not been talking too much lately
lately i've been doing nothing
nothing at all
everyones sinking into the ground
death is all around me
clawing at my fucking feet
this whole thing makes no sense
i never know why,
i wish i could spit out a lie
i'm being honest that it makes me sick,
and i'm sick of honesty,
honestly getting me nowhere.
everyones sinking into the ground,
death is all around me
clawing at my fucking feet
this whole thing makes no sense
i never know why,
i wish i could spit out a lie.
some make the choice to leave
but others go with taking anything they need.
i've lost myself so many times over the years.
if i live too long i'm afraid i'll die.

one more thing you should know,
i have nothing left after letting go,
i've had enough of everyone and everything they've ever done.
tell me everything that you've seen
and we can see how right you are about me
i hope you can see past all i lack second best
fuck all the rest
i resign for whatever i was supposed to become
from day one i was my mothers only son
i've had enough of everyone and everything they've ever done
fuck love for what its done for me,
all i ever wanted was a little self peace
sleepless. loveless. hopeless. faithless.
tonight you'll feel love in the air.
tomorrow you'll find i don't care.

things couldn't get any worse in my heard,
i have no control over anything in my life.
there is no satisfaction in admitting anything at all.
fuck.
i get all my inspiration from the worst of places.
from cynics, to cheats and thieves,
i'm growing into something i never want to meet,
confining myself into my insecurities,
confiding myself with my in-secure self.
heroes learn to die young.
i get all my inspiration from the worst of places.
don't ask what's wrong with me,
awkward silence is easy to believe,
i've already marked the pages i never want to read.

walking between the sky and sky where plants and animals
retreat for the heat,
i'm still torn between the city lights and the countries silence,
all i want is to rot with you in my very own funeral home.
no matter where i go the trees around my head block out the sun.
sometimes i get the greatest feeling inside of me.
it's already begun inside these lungs,
this sort of thing is never fun alone.
the cramps feel like an incurable disease.
counting the pulse, at least now i'm trying.
losing touch, losing touch of it all.
i can feel it coming on, no you couldn't be more wrong.
the doctor said he could turn what's sad into numb,
it's too late, fuck it, it's already begun.
i'm breaking into pieces picking through my thoughts.
it's no coincidence my judgement rots.