Breaking Point

Watching over, looking inward Watching over, looking inward Well, I've been up and down these same damn roads And nothing ever seems to change, and uh You grow a little older, then one day, your strange becomes mundane Don't know how folks can do it day after day What does it feel like to be here and not feel right? Does it feel like fighting? Does it serve to a nightmare? I don't know all of the details of the day But I felt that it wouldn't be wrong to bow my head and pray 'Cause there's nothing out here but busted trucks, empty beers and rusted nails There's some broken bottles and boarded up houses And these worn out old man tales (yeah) I'm not sure that I can go on with my day Can't get lost in the soft skin Would you please meet me half-way? I could drown in this old playground Where the streets don't have no name All my friends skipped town or went to jail, as if to hide their shame I'm running out of patience The days goes to break it and the way it's got me, it make me go crazy Get out of this rut (can't get out of this rut) Gotta pick myself up (gotta pick myself up) I could leave, it wouldn't matter 'Cause nobody notices the weekend after that Because inside, they're sad and lonely I'll be hoping this day (I'll be hoping this day) But it's not looking that way (it's not looking that way) But what can I say? (Hey) got music to make (make) God, hoping that these trenches, they ain't just standing to break (break) But I could take five, then we're ready to play (play) Do you people feel what we see? We're gonna give it to ya The weatherman said, "Mostly rain again", damn Take that winter and stick it where the sun don't shine Tryna find the benefits in the gray state of mind Isolated in my melancholy confine And I'm turning to a migraine, an aging think tank Today faded on tomorrow's daybreak To chase if I stay awake Naps to conversate, say bastards play keep-away with contracts I'm gonna have to have it with death, forgot about that On the fast track to disaster, past my salary cap Tapped out and cash-strapped No way I'll keep looking, no change between cushions Won't play the game crooked, the Queen killed my rook Don't wanna stay, so fuck it out Sacrifice my peace, the harder my sleeves, tuck it Muffled those words, all the bombs, so puzzled and tongue-twisted I'm done with it and it's just begun I'm running out of patience This soul's to break, the days got rain to make me go crazy Get out of this rut (can't get out of this rut) Gotta pick myself up (I gotta pick myself up) I could leave, it wouldn't matter 'Cause nobody notices the weekend after that Because inside, they're sad and lonely And I'll be hoping this day (I'll be hoping this day) But it's not looking that way (it's not looking that way) But what can I say? (Hey) got music to make (make) God, hoping that these trenches, they ain't just standing to break (break) But I could take five, then we're ready to play (play) Do you people feel what we see? We're gonna give it to ya (give it to ya, give it to ya, give it to ya...) Watching over, looking inward Watching over, looking inward