Grunge Is Dead

If you can’t hold your own

What are you gonna do

Dying so young

Falling on the shell

With violence in your head

That’s what you tell yourself

When all you love is dead

The truth is a devious god

In this room at the edge of the world

Lying to you

Running from yourself

With violence in your head

That’s what you tell yourself

When all you love is dead

Do you really believe it?

Do you really believe that they’re gone?

Can you really believe it?

Do you really believe that they’re gone?

Holding on for love

Holding on for Show

Couldn’t go away

Wanted you to know

Wanted you to know

Couldn’t let this go

Wanted you to know

Falling on the shell

With violence in your head

That’s what you tell yourself

When all you love is dead

The truth is a devious god