There's a whole world out there but I'm sinking in shit.
Nothing says dead end like a drug lord's cul-de-sac.
Two streets and they call this a city.
Sometimes I see the dead drive by with my faith in the trunk.
They're headed nowhere, just like me.

I'm sorry, Dan. I'm doing what I can.
We let you down again. Fuck this band.
I'm sorry, Dan. This city stole my plans.
Gave them to people I can't stand. Fuck this band.

I'm a swollen catamite stuck in adolescence.
I'm a self-aware sinner with no confessions.

Bang down this door with a fury unbeknown.
I just can't tell if I'm locked out or if I'm locked in.
It's a trap I'm engaged to, a fiance I'm arranged to.
Home to everything... and as soon as the lock turns,
A haunted house of drowning fairies -- we're celebrating a day early again.

I'm sorry, Dan. I'm doing what I can.
We let you down again. Fuck this band.
I'm sorry, Dan. This city ruined my plans.
I used to be an honest man. Fuck this band.

Scum of my soul, please grow old.
Every lesson I've been told reeks of privilege undeserved.
Tend to the rabbits, mark my words.
Genuine whores with leather skin.
Turn away, don't let them in.
If there's one thing I've learned from the filth I live, it's that nature always wins.

Mother, father - should have settled past the grade.
Sheltered and yet homeless, every feeling the same.
Mother, father - thanks for the clever name.
At least I'll have something when this city breaks.

No change, only age.


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