I'm setting my alarm-clock
Earlier today
I've got class in the morning
Know, I can't late
If I am that Professor
He’ll say
Kid go away
Oh and by the way
You know what they say
Without a degree, you’re a nothing
So I guess when I get my degree
That means you have to listen to me
Yeah, Cause' I've got a degree

There’s so many things that we could all be
I don't know what suit fits me
Maybe I’ll get an art degree
So when I’m poor I can still see some beauty
Or maybe I’ll get one of those fancy business degrees
And I’ll learn to cut some throats and I won’t feel a thing
Because that’s business
And that's fair
And all my family
They all expects some bright and shining future
But I don’t know
If they've looked out their windows
Cause if you do, you know it’s pretty grim
You can see the trash in the street and sometimes that people
But it's okay, you can turn your head away
And laugh while you say, oh yeah, that's fair
And somehow that funny to them
But I can’t see humor anymore

Now that I’m in my house
My roommates turn to ghosts
I can see right through them
I can see everything their trying to be
No, I don't think that's funny
Nicks been up for hours
No, he's not sleeping
He’s all hopped up
On coffee and anything that comes with a warning
He says he’s got to finish this piece
Because now he’s got competition
I guess we all have competition now
How was I so blind to see?
While running into the ground
Somewhere he found a little bit of truth
I'd love to share it with you
That inspiration comes from pure desperation
And I can see it too
I don’t know about you
But I can feel it too
But I can't speak for you
No, I won't open my mouth for you

Stand up
Better say your prayers
Better pack your gun
Cause I'm bringing heat
like the sun
I'm going to sit you down
in your six feet seat
I hope you can see

your not worth the dirt
I'm going to bury you in

Everything you think you've seen
well that's your fault
Go a head and drink another glass
of your ****
But don't you know that the faces in the smoke
they are not real?
No, they aren't after you
You've become the fool
You've become their fool

but your not worth the dirt
you're already buried in

Stand up
Better say your prayers
Better pack your gun
Cause I'm firing down  
like the sun
I'm going to sit you down
in your six feet seat
I hope it's comfortable

your not worth the dirt
I'm going to bury you in

Everything you think you've seen
well that's your fault
Go a head and drink another glass
of your ****
But don't you know that the faces in the smoke
they are not real?
No, they are not real
Hows that make you feel?
Hows that make you feel?

That your not worth the dirt
you're buried in

Seamlessly savage
In a race to be victims
Drown out the morning
And sleep while the moon's light
Drink down your sadness
Until your eyes fill with darkness
And you’re blind to see
Your miseries projected on a TV screen

Now you shake all alone by the bathroom sink
Hoping no to be seen
While the mirrors fantasize themselves
And they reflect what I expect to be honesty

Well honestly they want to see you on your knees
Drown in disparity
Cause they get off to what you've lost
No they don't care what is fair
Cause' they love, when pains in the air

So they can breathe it in
And repeat it again
Try and beat it
To fall short again

You’re seamlessly savage
In a race to be victims
Drown out the mourning
And sleep in the moon light
My sweet

(1.2.3.1.2.3)

Walking through memories with your father
Most are racing and fun
Other then that one
That time, he made a break for the door
Well now, your mother she doesn't laugh anymore

Now you're walking on hot coals
And they burn just like your tongue
So sick of saying goodbyes
It's the only thing you've done with your life

Well you're laying out in that graveyard
That you used to call your home
Were the family has died
But the memories dance with life
The music just plays
To keep those nightmares away
While pain's rays shine
From remembrance of time
The pictures just hang, like calender days
They will not cross themselves
No, they will not cross themselves

(1.2.3.1.2.3)

Every time  I hear you play this
I think that we're out walking, talk talking
Daydream talking like it's nothing
It's 1am we're getting coffee
We're going to smoke our packs empty
Drink drinking ourselves to sleep
Well don't you know it's already third time this week

Once in an empty house, right by the window
You asked me if I'd hold your hand, I said of course I'd love too
And when you thanked me, you said
It's what I miss most about her

Now I'm talking to Havana
*******' he's got soul
You shouldn't treat him so cold
from collective to a man of grief
Come on Havana is that what you want to see?

So as I’m walking back to my car, from the corner of an old market bar
Next to me walks a man of grief
Smoking a Havana soul cigar
He reminds me to keep my head up high, and the only limit is the sky

So now I keep my head held high
I keep it right towards that honey yellow sky

Well I traded the grey scale pine tree scene
for a city less clean, with the same back drop screen
"The good life" so it seems
Now everything minor you missed it's waiting
A slip of your wrist and an awkward stance
With a backwards attitude
Well now its standing here in front of you
And its laughing
Oh its laughing

with my back to the bench
sew my eyes to sky, its calm and its clean.
It reflects everything that I'm trying to be.
but I still can see the tops of the walls
that make a prisoner out me.
and I feel like a bird stuck in a cage
that's forced to witness nothing but the bars
so I sing and I sing hoping to be freed
But I'm afraid someones lost the keys