Exposed Dead End Stories
My world, is on fire, there's a population suffering
from burning regret
I know, it won't get any better, you take your chances
when you get em and just hope for the best
My friend, Joanna, wears a crucifix tied tight right
round her neck,
I won't see you when you get there, but I hope when you
get there it's everything you expect.
And I don't seek damnation
But there's no retribution in destinations unknown,
I see em coming, running ideas round in my head and I
say oh no,
I see em coming, selling discount hope to the day of
the dead
My world, inebriated, with illusions of dependence and
conflicting point of view
Dead end stories pave the road to nowhere, inflicted
with a sickness, scared to see the truth
Uptight, frustrated, I been chewing at my fingers while
my teeth grind to the gums
Late night, reconciliation, alternative opinions re-
located underground.
And I don't seek damnation
But there's no retribution in destinations unknown,
I see em coming, running ideas round in my head and I
say oh no,
I see em coming, selling discount hope to the day of
the dead
