I gotta go away now cause things didn't go your way
Gotta go away so now I need a new place to stay

Or maybe just stay on the road go from place to place
Love me when they meet me and leave after I'm a tired face
I don't stick around not one friend outpace the sneakers lace

These roots they reach the stars
Grasp them till they choke an sputter
A thought lost in smoke ****** into a gutter
Ramble an stumble an mutter words blacker
Drink myself into a stupor smoke till I stutter
No paint just dark markers caught in the shutter
More cash than my peers in a broke down car
Soar higher crash harder watch the flys flutter
Chase after ethereal means forget brick and mortar
Turn to the cinders and remember the liars
Careless benders surrounded by adders
Danger grows as wallets get lighter
Might **** a man for a tenner
These branches get thinner every year
Every year the trees grow sicker

How many species went extinct this year
Twenty two plus to be succinct but never fear
Or wait maybe its time for fear

Smell the pollen while the bees still live
Ashes haven't fallen just yet and we're alive
Drones about our hive

It gets worse every year
Nothing sacred nothing held dear
The makers said the movers and shakers will steer
And the razors edge draws them near
But never fear objects in the mirror are closer than they appear

My heart has crumbled my soul has left a vacant shell
Walk away from myself I go my own way
Strong enough to keep going but to weak to stay
Is this hell is this where I lay alone where I fell
It hurts I ache with hypocrisy I've got nothing to say

At every end I fray I want one more breath but gasp and heave
I ask you to stay as I walk away taking the scars and the pain
I spoke to you as you died my hate flowed out of a sieve
My ****** my sin my failure its driving me insane
Should I go should I die should I grieve

Bile in my throat and all over the ground
Doing to much again when no ones around

Spill blood out from my veins every time I think at all
Panic when I'm doing nothing at all
Losing it when I'm doing nothing at all
All my time I'm doing nothing at all
I think I've gone insane every time I think at all

I want a fix and I want it quick, order up
One dose to stitch up this **** up
One more to make my head shut up
One more to push the daisies up
It never sticks runs out quick, order up

Stone age tactics back stage with the tactical
Neck gets cracked late stage its practical
Flak jackets in vogue situation critical
Situation critical situation cyclical