Up For Nothing Bruised Arms & Beer Cans
Fed up with the way you look upon reality.
Find the visions of your life become invisible.
I'm not getting away from this fast enough.
It's never fast enough when all I hate is all you are.
It's fun to laugh at the waste that you've become
You bruised the arms of the sympathy on your own.
Your lies track far beyond today, and I'm running far the f..ck away.
Far away.
One mistake too many. Frustration elevates.
Your beer cans flush your conscience far the f..ck away.
Far away
