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I got a god in my head Tells me that I'm crazy Got a god in my head Telling me I'm crazy An angrry little god punching all my scars Another little god Tells me that I'm lazy A useless piece of shit with no love to give at all now And the smallest god there Thinks that I'm the greatest Tells me no one else could be as good as me. I listen to them all, I was a disc jockey to consequences Little propogandist selling misery I built the tune and I got to get away Assure me that it wouldn't do to [unintelligible, 5 syllables] No one see sme down there and no one's getting in I got a [unintelligible, 13 syllables] I drink and shoot and smoke until the only voice I hear Is the one telling me those other people, don't let anybody near No don't let anybody near (x4) And now the telephone is ringing, the walls are falling down The sea-birds are singing, my soul's nowhere around I have made myself a mai-tai I have damned myself again I have eaten all my children, I have tightened up my skin I'm a walking crucifixion, I'm a fucked-up memory Letras de cancionesConsuming all that's left, I'm my mother's misery I'm sucking on Satan's tit She's milking me her poison flow I drink until I'm convinced there's no place left to go You know there's no place left to go (x4) So I drink until the pain is dry I know it never is Sometimes tho, I guess I thnik that I'm the best Until the morning after when I wake up with the guilt Of burning down all the things my sacred hands have built And throwing up all the love you know I never felt Yeah, you know I never felt (x4) Let's make our tortured Romeo's Personal health can be beat You bring it on yourself Burn out when you might peak The Holy Ghost is exiled from your heart and from your soul If you control it it's no fun, and if it's fun you've lost control Your past is plagirism yous symbols have dried up Your corruption's as confused As old lovers that you've dumped Like some hidden toxic fume Your soul dissapates It's the ozone of guilty acts Eroded by all the things you hate There's bodies dancing, crazed Sexual heat Grazing from the orchard where starving people eat Her great weight overwhelms, at times bodies fall Bankrupt from the beaten Let's split one more eight-ball Blue as beggars, beaten, bleeding Tired eyes made of rust And we all know when it gets like this there's no one you can trust No no there's no one you can trust(x4) Some say the solution's locked in the sweat-box I wouldn't know I've never been there, I sold my keys to get a ride We sing along to forgotten AM radio stations And drink expensive wine, toast the friends that we left hanging Like prisoners in conceit We hurry through the cracks I know for sure don't trust no one who says' they've got you back The windows all explode Outside the noise pollution blooms Everyone's now hidden like cockroaches in dark rooms I've been brought back from the dead before, so anything can happen Obsessed with tragic [unintelligible, 5 syllables] like Eric Clapton These are my wild years, I'm trying to enjoy the pain The euphoria of dying Toxins wrestle in my brain We've all been leaves of corruption We've all been spiders on the wall Waiting for a hand to smash us or the bloom of light to fall Is this guilt of just self-hatred Only wild, uncontained Leaking from a broken soul Is this creation or a stain Is this creation or a stain... (x5) From Letras Mania