Caustic Soda Incapably Driven
Lonely no? Like me. But somehow cant. I'm incapable
remember? And you my little police officer. Angry little
heart. You think everybodys wrong. Covered ground. This
songs been done to death, but one little persistent voice
sings over the choir in my head. It sings but its still a
mess of words. Bad journalist. You were never there. You
only covered what you heard. You've heard it all. You
know even more. Or less. Rest assured, rest assured. You
havent learnt a thing. But all those things you kinda
miss. Things that you always hated. Life-giving arteries
that were clogged have now since split. What can you do?
Just let them bleed . . . until everythings deceased. The
distance is increased. The puzzle is unpieced. My bully
is finally teased. I cant ever tell you anything again.
Straining muscles on next-time smiles. Sorry, got to fake
it. But I wont care. I'm incapable remember? And you my
little police officer. Angry little heart. You think the
worlds against you. But you are really against the world.
