Time To Move On

"Shotgun," it rings out of the sordid lungs of

a son that never could believe in something.

Create your own damn rules,

admonish what is thought as cool

reiterate what still means nothing.

When you look inside

Do you like what you see?

Try, but your bias blinds you eyes

because that's you.

Childlike, you are a boy,

a boy that couldn't understand,

and you remain, you go nowhere.

Escape this predicament,

Observe your own eternal Lent,

and fast to prove that you just don't care.

When you look inside

Do you like what you see?

Cry, shut yourself inside for sorrow.

YOU! You never see

don't look to you

don't look to me.

YOU! You'll never know

I'd hate to say I told you so

or lie...but it's time to move on.

When you look inside

Do you like what you see?

Cry, shut yourself inside for sorrow.

YOU! You never see

don't look to you

don't look to me.

YOU! You'll never know

I'd hate to say I told you so

or lie...but it's time to move on.

You're this hideous, sold, aberration

that never looks, that turns the other way,

Codependent, despondent, disconnected;

a life a part, a fabricated lie.

It's time to move on.