Who are your heroes?
What kind of spell
Do they put on you?
Better count your zeros.
Cant let something you use
Use you too.
Let me be me, and I'll be fine.
And I'll go back to the road
With laces on the line.
Which direction are you headed?
Cause it's lookin mighty low.
But if I don't lose control,
How else will I ever know?
Not enough nights
I can't remember.
Not enough ink
On my skin.
Not enough knowledge
Laid to waste.
Greeting the things
I once called sin.
Thought I knew it all,
King of the world.
Davey Jones' Locker,
Just a slimey old pearl.
All our idols
Suicidals,
In denials,
Crooked smiles.
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 11:01 AM UTC
Who are your heroes?
What kind of spell
Do they put on you?
Better count your zeros.
Cant let something you use
Use you too.
Let me be me, and I'll be fine.
And I'll go back to the road
With laces on the line.
Which direction are you headed?
Cause it's lookin mighty low.
But if I don't lose control,
How else will I ever know?
Not enough nights
I can't remember.
Not enough ink
On my skin.
Not enough knowledge
Laid to waste.
Greeting the things
I once called sin.
Thought I knew it all,
King of the world.
Davey Jones' Locker,
Just a slimey old pearl.
All our idols
Suicidals,
In denials,
Crooked smiles.
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