Texty:
Swamp Thing

I can already hear your tune Calling me across the room When the world and his wife Are on my back again Not enough pleasure Too much pain When the world

Don?t stare so blank when i say i?m done never been better living numb murder murderer i could walk all day with your blood on my hands and live with

Word for word we can tear into ourselves. Scared to speak. All my words fall short like a brick to your chest. Lost again. Mind can't stop turning.

'm sorry mom, I'm sorry dad For whatever future you thought I had College, Eagle Scout, what the fuck? Stress cracks are forming, and not from my trucks One more thing

I don't think you're close To understanding this But you're size and age Really don't mean shit Nothing you can do Will start to bring us down

I don't think you're close To understanding this But your size and age Really don't mean shit Nothing you can do Will start to bring us down Nothing

Climbing your way through my friends How can they not see your foolish ends? I'm running out of room to breathe And you're spreading out like a fucking