Texty: Final Fight. Half Head, Full Shred. Dinosaurs.

(I can promise you) Things will be different
I've been trying to sweeten up all of this bitterness
I keep from going crazy, I keep from staying still
I closed the door to memories that come and haunt me still

nothing's getting done, holding on angry and jaded
I have come full circle growing more and more frustrated

send me down to hell before I get much older
what about the heartbreakers, meat eaters, and voters?
every bridge I built was set to burn right from the start
I'll walk alone, and heroes, better off with faith in god

extinct, extinct, extinct

so disgusted, totally fucked
we're shaking trees for the chance that some food will drop