Sometimes you gotta forget your hunger Sometimes you gotta lose your thirst For the things you want but can't have Or the things that will make it worse And I hope you're doing better than I am I hope you do bigger and better things Some words used to read so clearly to me but they just don't anymore And you wake up in a bedroom you're unhappy in In a town that no longer protects you And that noise in your ears keeps ringing and ringing The world will end any minute do what you gotta Sometimes I can barely remember When it was exactly I lost my thirst In those deep and lonely yesterdays I made the effort to make it worse I hope you find a way out I hope you find some piece of mind I hope that reflection comes and you like what you find And you wake up in a bedroom you're unhappy in In a town that no longer protects you And that voice in your ears keeps singing and singing The world will end any minute do what you gotta And you wake up in a bedroom you're unhappy with In a town that no longer protects you When you need the rest like hell needs a burning lake Will you finally find that bottle won't cure what's keeping you awake?

Show me love with an iron fist! Puts you to bed with a poison kiss Sweating blood to repent for my awful sins Enamored with this hell I am living in But this is all that I've ever known Discomfort and poverty have become my home Drop to my knees without thinking twice Morbidly excited to be your sacrifice A pain that feels too real A pain that everyone feels All this shit makes no sense despite everything I'm told A heart like mine goes cold Thrown into this naked void and expected to call it my home The wayward child's gone astray From the anguish of our decay Beaten by laws that we all obey Before the end we gotta run away Because this is all that we've ever known Drop to our knees without thinking twice Morbidly excited to be your sacrifice A pain that feels too real A pain that everyone feels All this shit makes no sense despite everything I'm told A heart like mine goes cold Thrown into this naked void and expected to call it my home Boob jobs, HDTVs There ain't no substitute for victory Rape and pillage the lands they've seized There ain't no substitute for victory Religious hymns and eulogies There ain't no substitute for victory Hands up! Police say freeze There ain't no substitute for victory (Anyway, I'll call your sadness Anyway, I'll raise you madness)