Bleeding on the cut-outs
I've been spilling out my thoughts
I never want to share a thing
But my brain is tied in knots
Can someone find the carpet?
Roll out your welcome mats
I don't want to sound betrayed
But I don't know where I'm at
I can't find my concentration
No one else gets my release
Nothing left but condemnation
When will this bullshit ever cease?
Will this bullshit ever...
Cut up on the new details
I'm so terrified of change
It never really made much sense
But I still find it strange
Can someone get the flowers?
Because the trees are all in bloom
Maybe I'm just fading out
Always stuck inside my room
I can't find my concentration
No one else gets my release
Nothing left but condemnation
When will this bullshit ever cease?
Will this bullshit ever...
Never say it's not enough
This old decay, it won't give up
Strangers to reality
Watch it as it's scattering away
I can't find my concentration
No one else gets my release
Nothing left but condemnation
When will this bullshit ever cease?
Will this bullshit ever...
When will this bullshit ever cease?
Can't you see I'm on my knees?