Pond Water

It’s become very obvious
That you hate my guts
Everything sucks, what the fuck
I’m on the edge and I’m about to give up
Bugs crawl out the corner of my eye
20 missed calls
Am I still alive
Good question, I don’t know the answer thoough
Count my blessings after all
I’m just an animal
Paper tiger, ever wonder why we’re still here?
Futures uncertain, end is always clear
Throw me to the dogs
Let them pick my bones
He’s from a neighborhood of good people, nice homes
He’s a hard worker
She’s a hard worker
He’s a hard worker
Whoopty fucking doo
They would make great servants
It might be the devil, it may be the lord
But it’s one nation under God
Plus more and more and more
Who owns the guy
That owns the guy
That owns you?
Step out of line
And see who controls you
Can you feel the freedom?
It’s dripping from my blood
Can you feel the freedom?
It’s dripping from my blood
Feel like I’m not gonna make it
Feel like I’m falling apart
Speaking of substance, on a substance
Feeling like a monk or a monkey
37 virgins in heaven
Pure uncut
The sky gets moist
The grass gets wet
He says everything is gonna be okay
He puts up his thumb, he says okay?
She gets numb
He said, did you hear me?
Did you hear me?
What’s worse, your fear of falling or flying?
I can’t stop that dagger
The feeling is fine, the feeling’s right
I’m feeding fine
I got that nine
I’m 8 pounds straight
I’m 8 pounds late
That’s a healthy weight
I’m a healthy weight
I’m left throwing up
I’m left throwing guts
Out my fucking organs
I’m fucking mind bound by sex and whiskey
All that was all crafted with Grandma’s hands
I’ve been so god damn long down that I don’t know what’s up
I said, I got it all down, so how about what’s up