Broken record
Dreaming on train tracks,
Try to chase the sound
Slow and easy, treading water now,
Drown

You never knew you let me down
Stop sulking up there
Wear your filthy crown

You cling to the beat of the drum
You're the bottom feeder, ****
And I bet you never had a thought of your own
They got you at gunpoint, run
Run, because you don't wanna get caught
Run because they want what you haven't bought

Snake eyes and a lethal smile
Poisoned heart, wishing you'd stay a while
I've lost you, you're somewhere between the needle and a hay pile

Dried up and *******
You never had a clue
I never thought
I'd be missing you