Don't second guess yourself Straight up They say the government mislead the youth, youth, youth (Tell 'em when you went to the park and everybody came back and) And welfare don't mean well for you, you, you, you (What about when you tried to do a side

If you feel you lost And on your own And far from home You're never alone you know Just think of your friends The ones who care They all will be waiting there With love to share And your heart will lead you home

You'd fuck like a whore Your thighs were made for cheeks to graze My lips, your poison They bring you to your knees Breathing and grasping all leads to another messy ending You stupid fucking bitch One, two, three, four (all the things that she said, was

And on the tracks I would go they lead to the sea To be amongst the animals... Now I always knew that I would spend a lot of time alone... Spend all my time amongst the animals... Now that I'm alone I feel the lonely brokeness Of all the wicked avenues

All because I'm the lead singer of my band These chicks don't even know the name of my band But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands 'Cause once I blow they know that I'll be the man I don't know dude I think everyone's all jealous and shit

There comes Lopt, the treacherous Lusting for revenge He leads the legions of the dead Towards the Aesir's realm They march in full battle dress With faces grim and pale Tattered banners and bloody flags Rusty spears and blades

I wanna dream Leave me to dream But life ain’t what it seems Oh everything’s a mess And all these sorrows I have seen They lead me to believe That everything’s a mess But I wanna dream We all are living in a dream,

Show me where it hurts and give me something real And lead me to the part of you that never really heals And say the words that burn when they leave your mouth Tell me your story, but don't leave the good parts out Tell me your story I'm sorry if I seem

Yeah, we’re alright though She’s kinda hot though We are the kings and the queens of the new broken scene Yeah, she’s kinda hot though (One, two, three, four) They say we’re losers and we’re alright with that We are the leaders of the not coming back’s

When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it Let these words be your earth and moon you consume every message And with that being said my nigga,