Well truth be told, it's getting old

Watching all my ex's fuck through all my friends

And my soul

Gas grown cold as a result

But I aint phased, I'm simply painless

I hope all their dreams come true all over their faces

Down on the floor

Of some dirty dim lit basement

Truth can be felt, lies can be smelled

And while they destroy and define yourself

I'll just be tripping in a kitchen

Listening to Jacob shred guitar

The kids are blacking out, the pigs are cracking down

And I’m just staring at the peeling ceiling

The bugs crawling out, and pouring into your mouth

They can shake you down but they cannot shake the feeling

They can shake you down but they cannot shake the feeling

No-one likes someone black and white or boring

Though i miss you at night i know i'll feel alright by the morning

I need to go somewhere where no-one knows my name

Cause right now this town is too small

And I fucking hate this place, I hate this place, I hate this place