I'm really not myself,
all you preaching doesn't help
I've been counting down the days till I make it out of here
Drove up to the borderline,
to see if I could find
That little piece of heaven I supposed did on a sign
But I didn't have the storms to leave the parking zone
So guess I'll have to turn around and face the * alone
Always tired of the way everything is a debate
And anyone who doesn't change is just a burden
How
did we all get here?
States I mean,
a word for fear Fueled by sugar,
Prozac and beer
Competing others on religion Surfing on false traditions
Pretending we will all be forgiven There's a war coming,
the drama boy's coming
God keeps quiet while the devil keeps
humming And keeping time to his favorite tune
The saints,
the sinners,
both full of spite But you eat the apple,
but you get it right
I guess we'll all find out one day soon
I'm only myself on the weekends,
everything else is all pretend
Cut it off before it sinks in,
or this may be the end
Slowly dying from all the pride,
all I can will
How did we all get here?
States I mean, a word for fear
Fueled by sugar, Prozac and beer
Competing others on religion Surfing on false traditions
Pretending we will all be forgiven
There's a war coming,
the drama boy's coming God keeps quiet while the devil keeps humming
And keeping time to his favorite tune
The saints,
the sinners,
both full of spite But you eat the apple,
but you get it right
I guess we'll all find out one day soon
One day soon
I'm really not myself,
all you preaching doesn't help
I've been counting down the days till I make it out of hell