This is some passionate shit made for the has been who sits
In a dark corner crying holding clenched fists
Mad at the world for the problem he inflicts
Lying his way through the last lie that he spit
He swears to God that he didn't, but we all know he done did it
Come with the terms of usage and learn to face the music
Half of you germs are clueless
Walking around with arms open, eyes closed, doors unlocked with nobody home
And when the sun dies see what clouds bring
A new headache in the morning, the God in your complex
Is limbless and can't hear shit, he's too busy playing
Marco polo in his bipolar pool full of selfish
It's finally good to breath for a minute
This world keeps me in a box my whole sanity is winded
I stop pretending when that wind unveils the full moon
Clear thoughts rendering an image of the ending
Here we go another sad
Excuse for way we move
A slow generation
I'm so unalive
The kids play
Grownups stay home
All alone on the couch waving dreams goodbye
A single file line of chalk clears your mind and thoughts
Seem to dim for a moment in time
But these minutes stack up, you can't rewind
It leaves you stuck out of your prime and dying in your own arms
Get ready for the karmageddon
I don't mean to did beliefs there is no harm in heaven
Your wrapped in the blankets of security
Secures everything you feel or see
Either way it goes sit down or stand up for what's believed in
That's your liberty of freedom
We grow with high hopes
Then die with no ambition leaving behind nothing
But an empty couch for our children
Here we go another sad
Excuse for way we move
A slow generation
I'm so unalive
The kids play
Grownups stay home
All alone on the couch waving dreams goodbye
There's no looking back
I left my past way behind me
No more up in smoke cloudy memories
We were all 16 with the world in our palms at ease
We always thought that we could have it all
Rest in peace to the friends that were proven wrong
Now I'm half alone, half alive
I can't believe we made it this far
Learn to let it go
[x2:]
Here we go another sad
Excuse for way we move
A slow generation
I'm so unalive
The kids play
Grownups stay home
All alone on the couch waving dreams goodbye