I've filled my mind with lead balloons
lost direction, it shows
I'm rich in thoughts without the sense to replace these clothes
I know the value of your time, a piece in your monopoly
offer forgiveness for the price of an apology
I'm reaching the apogee of my apathy
I'm losing sleep with potential
there's no room for me here
Blind eyes
can't decide
convince myself that I'm fine
Bleed them dry reach for all to get your crimson hands on
feed a lie and follow through not what you said but what you fucking planned on
your trust is dirt either way I throw you pretty far
round up the cattle lead them to the fucking abattoir
If I could care I would lift myself out of the ground
screaming underwater just to hear the fucking sound
there's nothing left here the world is turning I'm erased
my only choice is to accept and fall
coup de grace
credits
from PESCII,
released September 3, 2017
lyrics- craic
It's a shame that in 1980 my parents decided to move interstate, otherwise I might still be living in Adelaide and Meth Leppard would be my home town heroes. This band rips. xTöDx