these are the words that come with no reason
with every breath minus thought screaming treason
homophobic epitaphs hate filled and racist

leaving me with a cavity
guilt filled with distrust
the words i say they dig my grave i swear someday they'll be my undoing
these are the things i do when nothing is working
the anger fills inside like compression building
the tidal waves too big the dyke isnt holding
should i walk away or should i start swinging
and just like that i blow my top i swear someday somebody's gonna put me down
now is the time my head feels like caving
in twisted thoughts rising up self sickening
well i do my best to look before i leap
but in the end apologies come so cheap
before i slip i catch myself i swear someday i'll step over the edge

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