Bumps In The Night

The bumps in the night, well, they barely touch the sides

I'm a tangle of wires without a connection

All i need is a little investment, so put your money where my mouth is

A social strategy to counteract the apathy

That only a man, could possibly understand

The Movement, Big Twenty and everybody in it, can burn alive

Suffice to say, it's gets harsher everyday

The dark mark of non-start, OD'ed on inaction

And Soft Action barely gets moving

Before it's skewered in the ground

And it writhes like it means it, then curls up and dies

Leaves it skin for a stranger, but nobody wants it

Who would? All mottled and blotchy

Let it rot in the in the ground

Let it rot

The clientele in the cubicles leaves a lot to be desired

But they've got me hardwired, how do you expect me to stop?

It's not the substances, it's the consistency

That's the thing that's actually killing me

That and the glares I get from people who know

About the things that we've done and the people they've told

And oh my God, I can't shake the feeling

That the things that we did might not have been worth it