Unedible

take a look at my life

take a look at my love

take a look at my soul

baby you cant save me

and you don't know

that there's an empty pot to piss in at the end of the road

"go"

i got to many problems

and not enough solutions

a brain that make you people think I'm lost and gone delusional

and america loves it

another sunken battleship

another stranded photo book with all my pictures plastered in it.

i aint got a pass

yet I'm walking like a free man

holding on to heaven

while questioning while i feel damned

and..

this is something that i've tragically adapted to.

cellophane my heart to pull the knife out of my back from you

and god won't tell me if he wants me to live

don't speak to me in the way you portray in your hymns

don't breathe through me in the way that you say that you live

and don't treat me differently when satan insists.

and this is it.

i gotta hold it to the grain

gotta breathe life into this dessert we roam in shame

oughta leave frights window sill and leap from its pain

and paint one city block within my unedible fate

it goes....

i can't taste it...

take a look at my life

take a look at my love

take a look at my soul

baby you cant save me

and you don't know

that there's an empty pot to piss in at the end of the road

"go"

take a look at my life

take a look at my love

take a look at my pain

baby you cant save me

and you don't know

that there's an empty pot to piss in at the end of the road

"go"

and i can't taste it.

cause it all gets lost

can't figure out it's meaning till i register its loss

so don't you look at me like just another feather

falling from the wings of the angels sent to protect you

I'm tragic,

and it all now shows

blacking out before the rain comes and waking up soaked

i try to pretend that I'm far from what painfully close

and face the displacement of hating what i faithfully chose

and this is obvious.

and thats exactly why you freeze

when you crawl behind my eyelids and peep what i've been seeing

when you fall into your silence i find out what they mean

when they say that its the quiet ones that always wanna scream so...

hush

its not about your words

your force fed holiness will only make it worse

your force fed loneliness is scorching the burns

of what god really feels like compared to your words

it goes......

i can't taste it.....

take a look at my life

take a look at my love

take a look at my soul

baby you cant save me

and you don't know

that there's an empty pot to piss in at the end of the road

"go"

take a look at my life

take a look at my love

take a look at my pain

baby you cant save me

and you don't know

that there's an empty pot to piss in at the end of the road

"go"