kasper84
2008-10-21, 04:22
It All Starts With...
the free fall from that first speedball
Singing the phobia song, then all fear gone
It's Unsure, somewhat crazy
Apathetic and slightly lazy
It's the reflection in the mirror
murky shadows and eyes unclear
Plastic smiles, federal files, misspent youth
and buried truth
It's love betrayed, getting played
clinic trips and that scabbed up lip
Its the orgasm worship, attention span forfeit
television nations and words like "playa hation"
It's the sensation around your neck, the belt
The need to add pain to pleasure felt.
the pre-emptive strike on women you like
(get them before they get me)
Civilized jobs and overdraft fees
Its basement meetings followed by violent beatings
backroom rulings and drive-by shooting
Its a nation thrashed by commercial blasts
corporate greed and excessive need
It's nothing but a shallow excuse
used to cover drug abuse
sleepless nights, a lovers bite
broken minds and borrowed time
its the city living and getting around
its grinning even as you drown
the girl you fucked then left town
that tattoo of the crying clowns
waiting for yours to come around
and ending six feet in the ground
It's the emotionless facade, that beautiful crutch mirage
it ends with exhaust and a foggy garage
the free fall from that first speedball
Singing the phobia song, then all fear gone
It's Unsure, somewhat crazy
Apathetic and slightly lazy
It's the reflection in the mirror
murky shadows and eyes unclear
Plastic smiles, federal files, misspent youth
and buried truth
It's love betrayed, getting played
clinic trips and that scabbed up lip
Its the orgasm worship, attention span forfeit
television nations and words like "playa hation"
It's the sensation around your neck, the belt
The need to add pain to pleasure felt.
the pre-emptive strike on women you like
(get them before they get me)
Civilized jobs and overdraft fees
Its basement meetings followed by violent beatings
backroom rulings and drive-by shooting
Its a nation thrashed by commercial blasts
corporate greed and excessive need
It's nothing but a shallow excuse
used to cover drug abuse
sleepless nights, a lovers bite
broken minds and borrowed time
its the city living and getting around
its grinning even as you drown
the girl you fucked then left town
that tattoo of the crying clowns
waiting for yours to come around
and ending six feet in the ground
It's the emotionless facade, that beautiful crutch mirage
it ends with exhaust and a foggy garage