Thursday, December 20, 2007

so...
there is this girl.
and her name is liz
and she rocks my socks.
off.




There`s a train leaving town.
If you hurry up,
I think you just might make it.
Damn it I hope you make it.

Conscience is a faint, unpleasant sound.
You`ve worried enough.
But here`s your chance so take it.
Damn it I hope you take it.

A heart attack is sleeping in your chest.
Waiting until the timing`s best.
So make a move while you`re still breathing.

Say so long to innocence.
From underneath the evidence.
You taste like Heaven,
But God knows you`re bulit for sin.
You`re built for sin.
You`re built for sin.
You`re built for sin.

There`s a lie for every truth.
If you take these pills,
I think you just might make it.
Damn it I hope you make it.

When you were mine,
Was I for you?
Just one cheap thrill just to help you make it.
Damn it I hope you didn`t fake it.

Hypocrisy has really aged you well.
The white on your nose is your secret to tell.
So you should speak while they`re still listening.

Say so long to innocence.
From underneath the evidence.
You taste like Heaven,
But God knows you`re built for sin.
You`re built for sin.
You`re built for sin.
You`re built for sin.

You can scream out loud.
But your panic falls on deaf ears.
This is where you brought yourself.
And this is what you`ve always feared.

There`s a faceless crowd,
With no sympathy.
So you can scream out loud,
But there`s no one listening.

Say so long to innocence.
From underneath the evidence.
You taste like Heaven,
But God knows you`re built for sin.
You`re bulit for sin.
You`re bulit for sin.
You`re bulit for sin.

my girlfriend is built for sin.
just like me.
durr.

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