Street Sects If This Is What Passes For Living
I've been here a while now
Serving my time
Watching the clock run down
Waiting
Holding my anger down
I fought for a long while
I tried to make good
For all of the things, i'd done
But I know your trust in me
Can never be rebuilt
I can dress up like a family man
But you know that suit never quite fit
And I can't afford to have you staring at my back
I could move across the world and you would
Still be here
(Yes)
Waiting
Counting every day
So I'm burning the whole thing down
This home...
It's a prison cell
So I'm burning the whole thing down
We are a virus
We're a product of bad luck
We scream our way into existence
Nine months after someone else gets f..cked
Death as an option is a comforting idea
Continuing in misery is something we do mostly out of fear
We are malignant, there's no intelligent design
We're a cancer feeding violently
Upon the flesh of that which gives us life
Death as an ending is a comfort to keep in mind
We forget that waking up each day is just a habit
We can choose to die
I've been waiting my entire life
