The More Things Change

Crash and burn, twist every turn.

Got to let blood flow free.

Rip and tear, feel whats inside.

See what you want to see.

The things we do, just to make us feel.

Live the pain, to make things real.

Skinned to the bone, raw to the touch

Hard to take, it’s all too much.

If everything around me change,

then why should I?

And if it all just remains the same,

then why should I?

Smash and grab, take what you see

The hunger is all that you feel.

Crack the whip, the flesh getting stripped

Hear what you want to hear

All we are, is the embodied fear.

Living blight, to everything thats near.

The paranoid, the acolytes

Hard to take, just turn off the lights

If everything around me change,

then why should I?

And if it all just remains the same,

then why should I?

If everything around me change,

then why should I?

And if it all just remains the same,

then why should I?

Cut myself to the core just to see if I bleed

A quick lobotomy make the memories recede.

If everything around me change,

then why should I?

And if it all just remains the same,

then why should I?