Crawl back to your hole
I dissect the words from which you inspire an opinion
Pure Garbage
Mis spoken syllables told the world to pay a fine for a crime that was not commited
Shut the fuck up, prick
Couldn't give less than a shit to what you say
I hope you fade away
So that the world will see
That he who creates is the last one to leave

You don't have what it takes
Pull under the blanket that makes you safe
The more that I hear, the more essence I crave

Let all fingers cross and point to the head that is on stage
Let them talk on and on about the world that we create
But never, NEVER forget that we do this because we can
And so we will until you know that music isn't a means to an end

A means to an end.

Flickering screams make way for a lost head
Let it in or let go
Do your worst over what I've said
To let it flow is to show

Strange as it may seem
We get out of line
The world to which we play to
Coated with fetid lies

With freedom we're all alike
But few of us understand
That there's a difference between those who create
and The fellow man

I've had a thousand million dreams
That kept me holding to where I am now
If its oblivion that calls I heed, I heed
So it'd better call loud loud loud

Its time to let go!

To let flow is to show!

When I see gleaming eyes I come alive
I come alive, I come alive
When I hear all those cries I come alive
I come alive I come alive

Let all fingers cross and point to the head that is on stage
Let them talk on and on about the world that we create
But never, NEVER forget that we do this because we can
And so we will until you know that music isn't a means to an end