Frustration

Late night with the gold top, kicking back Three bottles on the wall and counting Bin's filling up with remains all night like liquid cataracts Head clear of all those doubts again When all the callouses build up You'll be numb to the feeling And your fingers immune to the flames But the rhetoric still cuts and every word's a mistake I hope you're crippled under the weight You've taken all you can take I hope you're crippled under the weight I heard frustration call again last night But I don't pay it any dues Just let it ring out with the fading of the light There's just no getting through to you When all the callouses build up You'll be numb to the feeling And your fingers immune to the flames But the rhetoric still cuts and every word's a mistake I hope you're crippled under the weight Through the gap in the door I can see right in I've got the measure of you, you're drenched in sin For every lie pushed past your teeth, I cave Carve out your pound of flesh and give it away When all the callouses build up You'll be numb to the feeling And your fingers immune to the flames But the rhetoric still cuts and every word's a mistake I hope you're crippled under the weight You've taken all you can take I hope you're crippled under the weight You've taken all you can take I hope you're crippled under the weight