We all broke down like a trainwreck, As you fell down inside your basement You told me little stories About how no one ever loved I felt sick as I faced it There's a bullet through your head and you embraced that Your head was reflected off Your bloodstained TV, oh I sat and I waited for you to say Anything to me We were tired of their bullshit But you had more than me to end it, I plummeted back to Earth Feet up high, diving headfirst And there are still plenty of churches to burn, but I guess I will have to do it all by myself,

You let the poison penetrate your veins, Infect yourself with filthy needles, and you drive yourself insane, You have let your habits take control Of everything you've come to know Cause you have got no respect for the things that have kept you alive. Look in the mirror and stare at your face. Don't recognize the person that you see meet your gaze. The headache that you have will never leave, You can't remember anything. Cause you have got no respect for the people that have kept you alive. (Solo) There is never silence whenever you close your eyes. Drink yourself to sleep and sip pale bottles of red wine. Passed out, cold and angry on your floor, This isn't the person that I used to know before. Because you have got no respect for the things that have kept you alive. And you have got no fucking respect for the peope that have kept you alive. You have got not a shred of respect for the person that you've let behind.

It's bitter sweet that you're gone now, and you gotten everything out of your way. At least we're done digging graves for people that we never ever had a single reason to slay. And my gift is your curse, and you will feel my pain, Absorb my sorrows; take them to the grave. Consequences to my ignorance have led me astray from The cups of nails that we drink. It's what we need. It's what we are. ... Nothing changes, but no one stays the same. And the nature of our actions, and the evil things we say. And my already grey hairs, and my empty pepsi cans. All your sleepless nights, all the lines on my hands, Tell us of a story that we both know too well. And I will pick the lock to your heart, and leave it open for anyone to enter. Watch you bleed out in front of me, shed yours tears, as you lose all control of your feelings. It's what we need. It's what we are. ... And my crazy eyes are glued to your face. Completely stagnant, will not look away. Nomad emotions that cannot stay the same. So many people that drive themselves insane, like Mass murderers, and their thousands of victims. Suburban families, and their bright white mailboxes. Drug dealers, selling suicide for money. Presidential busts that will rape our economy. Angry children with whip marks and burns, And their evil fucking parents whose voices aren't heard. There are so many people who make up this Earth, and they have their fatal flaws... It's what we need. It's what we are.

I'd never wake up If it required effort. My face is still so numb from all the masochism. It's been a long, long time, Since I had lost my mind, I haven't said a thing, I've kept it all inside. ... I've got this problem. I've got this real weird problem. Humanity's overwhelming me I wanna be a squirrel. I feel like such a slob. Got fired from my job Cause I don't have the will to talk to strangers all day long. ... (Solo) I think I might be free, (well) As free as I can be, But I still don't know what the hell I want. (Oh wait!) I wanna be a man, Fight for my rights and then, Maybe I'll get out of bed and make a name for myself. ... I'll do something cool and make a name for myself! I'll do something sweet and make a name for myself! I'll do something rad and make a name for myself! I'll do something cool and make a name for myself!

Well, once when I was eight everything was going great until my father, he tried to kill me. By the time that I was nine, my daddy was doing time, and my mother had enlisted in the army. I wish my father had loved me more. By the time was that I was ten my dad's life was going to end 'cause he was going on ninety. By the time I was eleven my daddy was up in heaven in the clouds, staring down at me. And I can't help but miss him even though he hit me everyday. And he tried to hang me with a belt once. And he took nude photographs of my body. And by the time that I was twelve, I had made my first million. And by the time that I was fourteen, I had found the cure to cancer. And by the time that I was fourteen, I was the president of the country And by the time that I was fifteen, I was the champion of the world. So I'm glad my daddy didn't love me. And I'm glad that he tried to kill me. And I'm glad he took those pictures of me. I am glad my daddy didn't love me, I said I'm glad my daddy didn't love me.