Kinda shoulda tried so much harder
Pushed through every razor...

Through nets as fine as spider web
His bloodshot eyes covet their meal...

Because killing is what we do
Because we're not controlling you...

Black smoke trails in front of taillights
Sun sinks slow beneath the ground...

These animals were picked for the waste they make
So that your roses could grow strong in time...

What do you want from me
Tell me what it is you need...

Once again I’m inside this room
Four walls and no doors or windows...

I walk in this shadow
Where light leaves me be...

I sit down and watch from a far
The sites and sounds of a raped mind...

So you let this become you
The river of hate swept you away...

Inside the requiem of disenchanted love
Live our true hidden faces...

Johnny never came first
Johnny was a lonely boy...