Goodbye Recidivist Road - Street Sects

At least admit that you don’t care if I die

What’s the point in being lovers if we can’t speak our minds?

Out of context, under oath, their only witness is dead

They’re knocking houses down like dominoes

While you still haven’t copped to where you were

The night that Erica got stabbed in the throat

They found her bloated and discolored

On the bank of the Hudson in the sun

Face down when it started

Face down when it ends

You don’t want to see their eyes

You still want to live

Swallow your pride

Swallow your tongue

You don’t fucking need it

You want murder

You’ve got murder

You’ll get everything you’ve asked for

No one hurts you like your friends

No one cuts you quite like them

Either you kill yourself now or get to work

No more bitching, no more lies

No more hiding from their eyes

You’re expected to put them down

It’s always what it’s been about

Living a life that you hate

Dreaming escape, dreaming alone

You’re still in your fucking head

Wake up your beating heart

Open your eyes

You’re lying right next to it

Wake up and listen

Wake up and live your life