I'm tired of all this shallow
this hanging onto lies
the blood that slips within my viens
longs for more than just
your prize

and insincere flattery
will get you in the end
no home, no box
to lay your head
to torn to sit and mend

you burn my eyes with what you hold inside
this heartaches for nothing
but freedom
you burn my eyes with what you hold inside
what you hold
is not enough
when it come crashing down
what will hold you
in the end?
sick friends