I have not been smoking as much
My lungs aren't acting as such
And i can only hope
I will find a way to not choke on the smoke
All the tar has created scars and sludge
But through these roads we trudge
Ammo but no gun
I thought you were the one
Like Jason & Medea
I promise to betray ya
Cause im the type
To pick up a pipe
And head to light
When i die tonight
Dont cry tonight
Cause its alright
(Alright, its alright)
And Lately monsters have become common men
Come on lets just pretend
They are our friends
And theyll wanna take our skin off
Wash all of our sins off
They will save our souls
Leave stories to be told of
Diamons and gold
I left my soul in rome
Nowhere to be known
My house is not a home
Im only flesh and bone
And i must gather common sense
And move with decadence
Even though we circumvent
All our feelings to dust
In god that we trust
Drowning in lust
And like jason and medea i promise to betray ya
Cause i am the type
To pick up a knife
And put up a fight
But its alright
Nobodys dying tonight but me
Maybe ill be free to be
Maybe ill be free to be me