Im alone
The son of tears
Thought I was free but I wasted
All these years
The rancor
Wont fit ya
So now I wait for the phone call
To come get ya
I pull up
You crawl out
Of a window in the basement of
Your parents house
A new song
Its unsung
Now theres some dust and a rectangle
Where my picture hung
I wont fight it
I wont fight it
I wont
I wont fight it
I wont
A sharp tongue
Its obvious
Now theres a room in a hospital
Where your body is
The B-bridge
I walk to it
If theres a crowd waiting for me there
Ill break through it, but
I wont fight it
I wont fight it
I wont
I wont fight it
I wont