Street Sects Goodbye Recidivist Road
At least admit that you don't care if I die
What's the point in being lovers if we can't speak our minds?
Out of context, under oath, their only witness is dead
They're knocking houses down like dominoes
While you still haven't copped to where you were
The night that Erica got stabbed in the throat
They found her bloated and discolored
On the bank of the Hudson in the sun
Face down when it started
Face down when it ends
You don't want to see their eyes
You still want to live
Swallow your pride
Swallow your tongue
You don't f..cking need it
You want murder
You've got murder
You'll get everything you've asked for
No one hurts you like your friends
No one cuts you quite like them
Either you kill yourself now or get to work
No more bitching, no more lies
No more hiding from their eyes
You're expected to put them down
It's always what it's been about
Living a life that you hate
Dreaming escape, dreaming alone
You're still in your f..cking head
Wake up your beating heart
Open your eyes
You're lying right next to it
Wake up and listen
Wake up and live your life