If All Else Fails Time To Move On
"Shotgun" it rings out of the sordid lungs
of a son that never could believe in something.
Create your own damn rules,
admonish what is thought as cool
reiterate what still means nothing.
When you look inside
Do you like what you see?
Try, but your bias blinds you eyes
because that's you.
Childlike, you are a boy,
a boy that couldn't understand,
and you remain, and you go nowhere.
Escape this predicament,
Observe your own eternal Lent,
and fast to prove that you just don't care.
When you look inside
Do you like what you see?
Cry, shut yourself inside for sorrow.
You never see
don't look to you
don't look to me.
You'll never know
I'd hate to say I told you so or lie
but it's time to move on.
When you look inside
Do you like what you see?
Cry, shut yourself inside for sorrow.
You never see
don't look to you
don't look to me.
You'll never know
I'd hate to say I told you so or lie
but it's time to move on.
You're this hideous, sold, aberration
that never looks, that turns the other way,
Codependent, despondent, disconnected;
a life a part, a fabricated lie.
It's time to move on.
