ON THE VEIN
We hit it right on the vein. Doing what's right isn't me anymore. Thoughtless, I know. Apologies are weak from the mouth of a whore. Didn't get to speak my peace. There was a sock in my mouth and tape across my face. FUCK. If you'd look at the hand I played it was one heart short of a royal flush. My bullshit has finally caught up to me. Blatant lies behind convincing eyes. There'd be no line in the sand. You'd get to rest those angry hands. Blackout as often as you can but it won't make guilt go away. I felt alone like an open road with no traffic and no tolls. She was easy as she goes like fighting fire in a blizzards snow. I could do no right she could do no wrong. You don't seem to feel lows like God spit you here with cash to blow. I'm not who you think. Don't run with me but black beauty come with me now. It's time to reinvent and alternate until we overestimate what’s wrong. Got it right. Now we'll disintegrate until we overstate how much we've moved on.
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from On The Vein,
track released September 2, 2011
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