• I'm a false statement, rotting away on your lips,

    we're dancing on the border, bend be back and let me dip.

    I'm the carcass in your yard, the one you killed with those eyes,

    we're convincing ourselves we're alive, why bother when we grow up to die.

    I'm the clown of your decade, I dress myself up with betrayal,

    we're running to catch the train to something new, only to learn it has de-railed.

    I'm the very scab that I'm picking, I have too many of them to explain,

    we're breeding a new age of corruption, one that feeds off of pain.

    I'm the line that I'm snorting, a little kick in the face,

    another needle in my hand, just to prove I'm a disgrace.

    I'm the blood that fills your veins, something you long ago destroyed,

    we're sitting back killing ourselves, something we used to enjoy.

    I'm the shoelace that you're tyin, you need to go somewhere,

    you know its the place you go to die, but still you don't care.

    I'm not as beautiful as you want me to be, but then again neither are you,

    we're pointing out our imperfections, till we believe lies are truth.