SinsHere - A Possum's Plague Lyrics

The kid never had a chance
Check his train tracks to
Decipher a hiker's path
At first glance, they scorn
Like a magnifying glass
With no recollection of a past
They pass on the looking glass
But not to look. They use it for cooking ants
Yea, that's fair. Set fire to the ant hill
Leave him so scared he'll just stand still
Another flower down the drain - awesome
Plucked and cut before
It even got to blossom
Which is worse: weighing in or watching?
In retrospect, they're the only two options
Would you rather stomp him
Or be the pussy that didn't stop 'em?
Use caution
He played possum during hide n seek
And they f*cking forgot him
Sick to my stomach that I
F*cking did nothing and sat back
I may as well help put
The cheese in the rat trap
Sitting in silence to be broke by a fat "snap!"
Then jump back and act all surprised?
Naw, f*ck that
Unlike these guys, I'm not blind by lies
So let me apologize in advance
The kid never had a chance
And there's blood on my hands no matter what
Spattered blood
Cause I didn't back the bastards up
And scream "he's had enough!"
Story's sad enough but will it tell?
Live life in a shell only to
Sell when the leaves fell
If I believed, I believe I'd see hell
But this is hell: having to live with the smell
It's a sad fact for such a bad rap
Did I ever care? And it pains me to ask that
Truth hurts. It's a harsh weight
To carry with a bad back
If I believed, I wouldn't wanna be absolved
Only remembered for treating it like nightfall
"It happens everywhere
We've all got problems
It'll solve itself. One person won't stop it"
And this is where I
Sympathize with the possum
'Cause him and I have this in common
Both playing dead 'til the
Threat is gone and over with
Almost comatose 'cause
The truth is too sobering
But what happens when a possum
Plays so long it's no longer play?
Spending too much of the
Day in that vegetative state
Try to recall memories from
Childhood and draw a blank
Eventually, he's gonna start
Wishing it wasn't fake
Hope and pray without answers
Gradually lose his faith
Start filling up with hate
Knowing the world isn't safe
How much can a poor possum take?
Before he's in a motel and the
Sex and drugs aren't enough?
Closed drapes
And his only escape is a .38
Suicide note wrote with the utmost of truth
Saying his options ran out
With no choice but to shoot
He blames you and only you
With no sign of excuse
And offers his blood
Brains and body
As the proof

I now know what it is that Jesus did
When he died for our sins
Maybe to "absolve" is to "absorb" as well
He just sat back and felt guilty
About not stopping the sinners around him
Which, in his eyes, became his sins too