The Crutch -

I’m tired of giving excuses too hate myself

Time honored tradition I could do without

The crutch has no reason except the greed itself

Soon enough it will put the nail in my coffin

Carbon copy sickness

Slowly brings me down

Black outs fading

I’ve hurt somebody else

Fruits from trees are falling off

But not far from the stem

I keep on digging trenches

To throw all my guilt in

All and all it will put the nail in my coffin

Carbon copy sickness

Slowly brings me down

Black outs fading

I’ve hurt somebody else

I’m through with all the controversy

It’s cruel the side that hides away

Then suddenly these shallow deeds are taunting

Echoes haunting

If I point it your way would it be an offense

Cause I can’t restrain the side of me it presents

These shallow deeds are taunting me

If I point it your way would it be an offense

I can’t restrain

Carbon copy sickness

Slowly brings me down

Black outs fading

I’ve hurt somebody else

Carbon copy

I’m fading