12 oz. Prophet

Start from scratch
 Victim in your own style
 A rash coming to surface
 No one could even stop this
 All talk and a coward stance
 Resenting final chance
 Hands of fate tied behind your back
 A balance faults always weighed out
 Tip the scale to this downfall
 A puzzle of let downs you could never solve
 To most you're an eyesore, even the score
 An unstable head hits the floor, without excuse
 A social breakdown of knotted emotion
 Victim in a lost cause
 Eyes that can't sleep a wink without a drink
 The coward plague on talking shit
 The next in line that has been left behind
 Wet these lips for another drunk promise of lies
 Fourth grade logic
 Just another blacked out moment
 Climbing out of restraint
 Configuration for harm's way
 These dead days
 The outcast pig
 Counting black sheep in your sleep
 Register and dominate punishment
 The decline of man's verbal promise
 Headache of the obvious
 Stop letting the bottle speak
 Inside these lies take praise in time
 Hide this failure of looking back
 A rewritten story of past events
 Blinding these faults that chase you
 Dissolve into a stable delusion, forgettable solution
 Analyze imperfection of compulsive
 Sitting at the table of dysfunction
 Genetic run of a father's blood
 Hiding the addiction of your ways
 The less to forget in time
 Limitations on pride
 Overrated cycle of rage
 Victim for your cause
 This continuous cycle of self involved decay
 Flavor of the month
 Vodka bottle slut
 Date rape side show for the one night stand that wet the bed
 Half the man
 A broken home
 Below the knee with broken bones
 Recreate the perfect mold
 Drown these sorrows
 Losing tomorrow
 To sell yourself for another night for that minute trip of fame