How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand Here is something you can't understand, how I could just kill a man Hey don't miss out on what you're passing You're missing the hootah of the funky buddah Eluder of the fucked up style's

It’s all right And struck it from my mind Would it still be there? What if I’d do anything to make it seem all right What if you knew it all along? What if I figured out that I did not belong? What if it always bothered me? What if I never did believe?

If I could write the perfect song We could let the right out of all the wrongs Would you close your eyes, would you let it in? Would you light a candle against the wind? If I could sing the perfect words And change the world from hurt to hurt We're all

We won't run and hide I'm passing over you like a satellite So catch me if I fall That's why you stick to your game plans and party lives But at night we're conspiring by candlelight We are the orphans of the American dreams Oh shine your light on me

Yeah you got my back against the wall I said you got me where you want me again And I can't turn away I'm hanging by thread and I'm feelin' like a fool I'm stuck here in-between The shadows of my yesterday I want to get away I need to get away Now you

Who do I feel sorry for? I see your pretty face, Smashed against the bathroom floor! What a disgrace! Smashed and raped! Not again. this is a real crime. What a pretty face. So, so loud Wait, but I don't realize.

All because of you I've felt the cold rain of the coming storm I haven't slept in so long When I do, I dream Of drowning in the ocean Longing for the shore Where I can lay my head down I'll follow your voice

All day long Bangin' my head against the wall All day long, 'til we're dead and gone And it's all and it's all and it's all day long 'Til we're dead and gone Grow up, be a winner Keep on hangin' on Stuck here 'til I'm gone Boys still throwin' stones

Eyes flare, this glow becomes our lanterns We are searching for truth, but find dust and dirt Though sight falls hard, trudge headfirst and forget what matters Caught in the trample of the tow, bones scrape against the asphalt Gaze into the depth and try

The limits of the dead, And the rain will kill us all, Throw ourselves against the wall But no one else can see, The preservation of the martyr in me Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial I'm not the only one! I did my time, and I want out So effusive