Frustration

Late night with the gold top, kicking back

Three bottles on the wall and counting

Bin's filling up with remains all night like liquid cataracts

Head clear of all those doubts again

When all the callouses build up

You'll be numb to the feeling

And your fingers immune to the flames

But the rhetoric still cuts and every word's a mistake

I hope you're crippled under the weight

You've taken all you can take

I hope you're crippled under the weight

I heard frustration call again last night

But I don't pay it any dues

Just let it ring out with the fading of the light

There's just no getting through to you

When all the callouses build up

You'll be numb to the feeling

And your fingers immune to the flames

But the rhetoric still cuts and every word's a mistake

I hope you're crippled under the weight

Through the gap in the door

I can see right in

I've got the measure of you, you're drenched in sin

For every lie pushed past your teeth, I cave

Carve out your pound of flesh and give it away

When all the callouses build up

You'll be numb to the feeling

And your fingers immune to the flames

But the rhetoric still cuts and every word's a mistake

I hope you're crippled under the weight

You've taken all you can take

I hope you're crippled under the weight

You've taken all you can take

I hope you're crippled under the weight