You know why you can't sleep at night
cause you don't know why you wake up
and it's the same shit every day
why don't you just give up
Pictures fade and mirrors break
morbid reflections take thier place
and revolutions make or take
I think I'd rather drink alone tonight
Ashes, freedom dies
but maybe everything will be just fine
when you have nothing left to burn away
you'll just burn up inside
Flowers die and children cry
but it never seems to catch your eye
you'll work all day to sleep all night
for an American dream that didn't work out right
I walked alone, saw what was wrong
but went to sleep and ignored it all
That's where ashes burn

They called the cops across the street
They said he looked suspicious
but he just wants something to eat
what do you do when you can't breath
in the land of the free
modern waste-land, generic race
to conquer greed
no way home but broken strings just follow me
no one left to kill accept yourself
waste away.
they say your homeless
you don't deserve to eat
in the land of the free

Familiar faces, among the ruins
but I'm leaving, the thought intact
of records we would play
and sing along all night and day
always nowhere and everywhere
we are the people who's dismembered thoughts
cut razor deep
and it's the only way
living this day to day
as good as dead
smoke one last cigarette don't bother me
ill just sit here and watch TV
and walk the dotted line got nothing to loose only time
I'm trying not to forget
when the chords we used to play are never heard again
I'm leaving, never look back
familiar faces, among the ruins
but I'm leaving, the thought intact

Standing on a corner
waiting for a fix
I lost my appetite
I make myself sick
sitting by a window
staring at the floor
I want to get out of here but I can't find the door
infected wounds in my blank stare
I'll scratch but I don't really itch
been down this road so many times
but we never seem to find
the end of the line
nothing's harder than learning to live
till you try learning to die
there's gotta be something wrong
when this infection overcomes
it's pretty hard to ignore
and are we wrong or right
lets just go choke on some shit tonight
I'll meet you on the floor
standing on a wall, wondering where everyone's gone
and so I'm asking myself, why? I try
standing out all night, the boys ask man you alright?
so I say yeah man, I'm just fine
I got mine

Fighting against
your self denying
oppression presents
itself in so many ways
I've been in this place before
where there was a tree now stands a door
behind the door a puppet on a string
we're stuck inside of them
anxiety awaits
stuck in a room where stained glass seeps
and you're buyin
where winter roses bloom
can you smell the sweet perfume
of your dying
did that whiskey fill your cup?
did your sarcasm keep you up last night?
did your job pay?
was it worth your whole day?
all in all nothings changed
still stuck inside of them
anxiety awaits
always alone
if your not too busy talking to yourself
if the cigarette your smokin doesn't burn out
you wake up and lye
in a newspaper pile
that always lies.

If only these strings could point a finger at you
I'd break my guitar into pieces
for getting in the way
of the things that we're trying to do in this place
of shit talk and wager
well I'm full of shit too
so I'll break my guitar into pieces and throw it away
you can claim this and call yourself that
if we don't stick together
we're tied to the tracks
it's a mass suicide
when one willing to try
is left to wonder why
everything we do
and everything we say is a lie
and I'm full of shit too
so I'll break my guitar into pieces and throw it away

Just tell me where the answer is?
I found some courage at the bar
what's all this talk about ignorance?
nevermind I don't wanna know
can't demand the possible anyways
with an impossible smile
won't silence be the death of us all?
as an old man rambles on
filled with past hopes and dreams
that no longer make any sense
can't see the probable anyways
with an improbably eye
can't demand the possible anyways
cause where yet to be saved
by a man in his grave

as a wind shattered rose carefully weeps
at the things better left unsaid
and I stare at a hole in the wall
after my fist decided to redecorate
even a morning nap and a pact made in blood
couldn't make us stop complaining
about the gate the cops closed on the past
and pictures never taken
and wine never tasted
and your hands won't stop shaking
when you try
and your eyes
won't tell a story anymore
as the wind shattered rose carefully weeps
anger's a virtue when I try to refrain
but perspective won't get in the way
and man have I got a finder for you
formalities suck but some things just never change
when your in a daydream
that won't go away
and I still mumble when I talk
because I'd rather no one listen
and out of all the stupid things to say out loud
I've said them all
I traded the holes in my face
for holes in the wall
apparently you read me in a book somewhere
when the dark was turning red
on the hood of a car in the park
where we'd pretend
to write our names on the bench where I warmed my hands
2 years ago
wouldn't want to trade apathy for conventional wisdom
or some kind of commons sense
I wouldn't want you to look me in the eye
to see that I don't care
so I guess I'll just pretend

Always so satisfied
eating the scraps off a table
made with the blood of millions
and paid for by you
I guess I'm just a scum-bad
ungrateful for all your attempts
to make me a drone
you're a sad little girl
you think your desperation is better than mine?
will lack of words and excess be so self-defeating?
as to make you run away from the voice in the shadow
that never shuts the fuck up anyway
do you remember what you said to me that night?
you said, "I don't care if I die
as long as some-one remembers I was alive"
The blood in you eye will never run dry
and you'll never find what you're looking for
as long as you believe in imaginary lines
I just want to hear
a song I haven't heard yet
and no-one else will ever understand
how a whisper can be violent
and a broken guitar
more beautiful
than one played without conviction
you play the last song
before they turn out the lights
and you act like no ones has ever played these chords before
but you've heard them hundreds of times
the bottles getting heavy
will you walk with me to the next parking lot
where a different kind of desperation
and this means for change
never meant more
and when there are no words I'll think of you
and your different kind of desperation
was it something I said?
or something I didn't do?
and when there are no words I'll think of you
and this different kind of desperation
and this means for change
never meant more to me