Jack The Giant Killer Gwen Conliffe Taught Me A Thing Or Two
My best isn't good enough
Every smile forced upon and faked
I feel though this has always been the way
The vomit in the back of my throat keeps creeping
Crushing dreams like icebergs the sea feels never ending
I can't keep thinking negative
I can't keep the hounds at bay
I want to crush the stone lips of the founding fathers
With their bones
Whisper my new era
Keeping up on my crusade in the name of an idea
Try it sometime I hope it kills you
The weak smothered faith
And fed on angels
In a colour blind world
Halos become exit signs
To doors that are locked from the inside
My best isn't good enough
