Carry

Riding the break of the death wave
 Cold wind in the sails
 Caught up in the foreplay
 Never playing it out
 You can't disappear so
 You bury your head in the ground
 But they'll all sit back when you go
 To climb out of that hole when your heart gets cold
 Our eyes will roll 'til they get stuck facing backwards in our heads
 With a victim's boundless virtuosity
 You've gotta own your flaws to loose their jaws
 I'm just driving in that wedge
 So I don't get caught with my pants around my feet
 Don't do me any favors
 I can take care of me
 No, I don't owe anyone anything
 Things are built to be broken
 Thrown and piled away
 The end will justify the means
 Born with two wrong feet
 It's what you let it be
 Do you murder me in your lucid dreams?
 Oh god, I hope you do
 And you'll plan it out in real life someday soon
 I found my niche in this pile of shit
 I've got nothing left to prove
 But there's nothing else that I really wanna do
 So this is what I do
 Do you murder me in your lucid dreams?
 Oh god, I hope you do
 And you'll plan it out in real life someday soon
 I found my niche in this pile of shit
 I've got nothing left to prove
 There's just nothing else that I really wanna do
 (There's nothing else I really wanna do)
 So this is what I do