(houston) i'm coming home, i'm not bound anymore on the brink of nothing i'm just starting something. i am dog boy, overwhelmed, unemployed, an arsenal of outbursts but i'm just saying it first. i don't want to lose everything that we grew. i'm not cutting you down, i'm just carrying the axe. knowing it's half bad, knowing its a little sad and theres blood on our hands. i hate this. no one at the wheel, everyone is here to feel, i'm coming home. we aren't sound anymore, i can't build a purpose in this falling structure. i'm not tearing it down, i just can't find the sound. i'm disarming the bomb before it goes off. knowing it's half bad, knowing it's all smiling sad. and the gun in my hand is empty. i am mr. guilt, everyone is here to feel. i thank you all so much for my next trick, next trip, drive home. no hard feelings.
thanks to andrew (rocksolidaudio@earthlink.net) for these lyrics |