#1
I'm too tired
to create sin again

My tragic flaw
was living to begin


You God damn your all the same
put too much weight on crooked crutches
Now who I ask put you in charge
of containing blasts that only I can see

Who God damn who's left to blame
Put too much faith in broken wings
Now why would you be crying
There's still Much more to come

Listen close
The Pounding in your ears

You could run but
you can't escape your fear

I'm getting sick
of talking to a wall

Some times the law
Can't keep me still at all

You God damn your all the same
put too much weight on crooked crutches
Now who I ask put you in charge
of containing blasts that only I can see

Who God damn who's left to blame
Put too much faith in broken wings
Now why would you be crying
There's still Much more to come


Sick'n' twisted
I must've missed it


Sick'n' twisted
I must've missed it

you lost your will to pray again

Haven't we all wanted to turn back time

You God damn your all the same
put all your weight on crooked crutches
Now who I ask put me in charge
of fixing problems only you can see

Who God damn who's left to blame
Put too much faith in broken wings
Let that damn kid get away
I coulda sworn I loaded my gun
#2
one question, did you trade your soul for the skill to write this??
Sorry if Ive offended some kind of Punk God I should brush up on my Commandments of Punk maybe copy down the Punk Bible a few thousand times so I don't forget again sorry for my error O Punk Master Of All Things That Are Punk .