The Flensed

I didn't care for the hand's Culpable caress that youth demands I can see the debt in your eyes That you slept on Cause you can only ask so much About a job, about a class About things absolutely unnecessary to ask I've been nothing but open with you Now I wonder if I'm too open for my own good This death march has allowed me to see Madness disguised as anemic treaties Cause it's so sequentially un-required of me A status quo to ignite some memory; to retain allure These are your last minutes before the bloody surf Yeah, the biggest crime was that never you pulled it off Not really Oh, they're normal people that love gossiping Oh, they're business people trying to be interesting Oh, they're ugly people sharing nasty feelings OH, WHAT THE HELL AM I THEN? Surrounded by directionless maps It's not as easy as writing in "ambition" To fill in their blanks Your favorite chatterbox Hasn't faltered for very long To allow him to sell you, in depreciating value The cheapest truth that we can afford So let the intricate smiles begin Only fatal till the last minutes of this Acrimonious overture's crescendo Still the same old drunk cadet The very same your fresh friends don't know of yet My god, life can be so much longer than you expect But don't forget the minor detail Terms and conditions may apply (A crack on the head is just what you'll get)