I’m not fucking around… I think I’m coming out.. All the deceivers and cheaters, I think we’ve got a bleeder right now… Want you to slap me around? Want you to knock me out? Well, you missed me kissed me.. Now you better kick me down.. Maybe you’re the runner up, but the first one to lose the race… Almost only really counts in Horseshoes and Handgrenades.. I’m gonna burn it all down… I’m gonna rip it out.. Well everything that you employ was meant for me to destroy to the ground now.. So don’t fuck me around because I’ll shoot you down.. I’m gonna drink, fight and fuck and pushing my luck all the time now.. I’m Not Fucking Around…
Keep it up (like you even know how to stop)… Call me up if you think that you’ve had enough.. I’ll show you two ways to bleed, If you just show me those teeth under those famous lips of yours… Now show me what you’re working with (not like it’s a secret)… You dance your way from bed to bed… And try not to make it so obvious.. You always make it so obvious.. I’m finding that all of the things that you’ve thrown away… Have found their way to my door… You’re like a fever I can’t get over, I can’t get over the way All of the things that you’ve thrown away have found their way to my door.. Well are you ready for some good news? I had you two made from the start.. You thought you wouldn’t get caught.. It’ll be my time to shine.. The next time the clock strikes 12:34
On the bell until then I’ll see you in…
Hell!
I KNOW A GHOST, and when doubted his truth reveals incredible vengeance.. Vanity is a sepulcher, do as you please, shame will follow.. Languages rot and insects lose interest, mountains of plastic: Melting away… As long as these struggles are aimless, we will all be standing still… When worded correctly, truth is never a cliché; this is because so many are attached to their deaf ears… Collect the leaves, count them, name them, study each and every single one of them… All mistakes can be marked by borders, all of love can be traced to a maker… It seems as if what is most important, isn’t noticed when forgotten. Do as you please, shame will follow… The sun and the moon, you’ll always take them for granted… What’s delicate is lost… As the selfish forgot what is sacred, the humble forget themselves.. When worded correctly, truth is never a cliché;
This is because so many are attached to their deaf ears…
Hit the pavement and drive for the first time in a long time… And pray that everything works out fine… She said try to have a good time… And get your fill of cheap thrills.. Try anything to save a dime… So let’s get moving, and let’s get grooving… To every single word we’ve grown to know ‘till we get car sick, play our hands quick and try to save ourselves along the way… You’re a gamble… You’ve got nothing left to lose… You think you got me in the back of your pocket, you do.. So take a breath and try to keep it down… Cause I love these girls but I hate this town.. But I’m positive that there’s nothing about you to get to know.. Hit the lights and get down for the last time in a long time.. And try to think of every last line… She said, try to have a good time, Don’t put up with the hard hits, They’ll just hit you harder every time… That you get moving, and you’ll keep losing… What little bit of mind that you have left… So try and please me, but take it easy and try to keep your thoughts above the belt…
