Amnesia

Behind the curtains are closed doors/ half truths and cold floors I got my backbone/ sorry you sold yours Untold wars burn in our sleep Surrender to silence and the turn of the key Learning to speak the tongue of looking busy when the preacher comes Never learned the manuscript proper but I could teach you some Two doors in front of you/ don't settle for either one Son of a gun or another believer's son Inhale dust particles/ flipping through old articles Trying to find the source of where it started from its hard to know I know conviction is a lost cause carved in stone That still remembers dull blades long after the scars are gone Pulled the plug but the motor's still running It ain't over till something stops the overkill coming Take the sober pills from me/ I'm not in good company The wallpaper's dizzy and the paranoia's unleashed Runs free, runs wild like God's son's bastard child Living on the stoop with cheap beer and Black & Milds Pass the vile/ I wouldn't mind forgettin' some For getting high, forgetting dumb, whichever one is quicker, son Ridiculous, it's only neckties and hypocrites Reading from a book and drinking fake blood it was written with Splitting hairs, splitting families and splitting lips Get in bed with them and spread the politician's syphilis Amnesia, now you're a believer But the drugs won't save you and the church won't either Amnesia, now you a believer Hands up, face down, you know the procedure (Repeat) What you running from/ its standing there, must be fate Might as well look your demon in its ugly face Go ahead and try to turn it into something safe Until you realize you're brushing your teeth with a rusty blade Let's escape through the unified solitude Humanize the bottle, too and pray nobody follows you Cover your tracks well/ holler if you catch hell If I'm not there in time I didn't know you that well No pressure/ hold tight, no pressure Don't look down, don't look back, they'll get'cha Bet 'cha bottom buck/ cool and cordial is not enough They went to tip they wine glass/ bottoms-up and got 'em stuck Must be tripping off your own supply/ living life in one gear: overdrive No surprise Here's a blessing to the frozen sky/ let us see just one more sunset it's Closing eyes I broke the bottle that's buried inside my pigment The pigment is just a color that colors all of my vision I seen it clear enough for the both of us I'm bout to fill your sober cup so maybe you can open up Open up a little more Put it on the killin' floor/ and you can fight your civil wars That's not a riddle or simile, metaphor It's just the goddamn truth that you must need a symbol for Amnesia, now you're a believer But the drugs won't save you and the church won't either Amnesia, now you a believer Hands up, face down, you know the procedure