LYRICS : Creation Or A Stain

Oh my guy, a guy in my head 

Telling me that I'm crazy

Got a guy in my head

Saying that I'm crazy

An angry little guy punching all my scars

Another little guy

Tells me that I'm lazy

A useless piece of shit with no love to give at all

Now the smallest guy up there

Thinks that I'm the greatest

Tells me no one else could be as good as me

And I listened to them all and was a disc jockey to consequences

Bitter propagandist selling misery

I built my cocoon, I got to get away 

A shell made out of wood and glue and cracking, it's okay 

No one sees me down there and no one's getting in

I got a needle, powder, cycles and a quart of country gin

I drink and shoot and smoke until the only voice I hear

Is the one tells me those other people, don't let anybody near

No don't let anybody near (x3)

Oh now the telephone is ringing, the walls are falling down

The city birds are singing, my soul's nowhere around 

I have made myself a monster

I have damned myself again

I have eaten all my children, I've tightened up my skin

I'm a walking crucifixion, I'm a fucked-up memory

Consuming all that's left of my mother's misery

I'm sucking on Satan's tit 

She's milking me her poison flow

I drink until I'm convinced there's no place left to go

You know, there's no place left to go

Oh no no there's no place left to go

No no no I've no place left to go

You know, there's no place left to go

And I drink until the pain is dry

You know it never is

Sometimes tho', I guess I think that I'm the best 

Until the morning after when I wake up with the guilt

Of burning down all the things my sacred hands have built

And throwing out all the love you know I never felt

Now, you know I never felt 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know I never felt 

Yeah, you know I never felt

Let's make our tortured Romeos Personal hell can be unique

You bring it on yourself

Burn out when you might peak

The Holy Ghost is exiled from your heart and from your soul

If you control it it's no fun, and if it's fun you've lost control

Your past is plagiarism

Your symbols have dried up

Your corruption's as confused

As old lovers that you dug

Like some hidden toxic fume

Your soul dissipates

It's the ozone of guilty acts

Eroding all the things you hate

There is bodies dancing, crazed 

Sexual heat

Crazy in the orgy, the way starving people eat 

Regret weight overwhelms, entire bodies fall 

Bankrupt from the beaten

Let's split one more eight-ball

Blue as beggars, beaten, bleeding

Tired eyes made of rust 

And we all know when it gets like this there's no one you can trust

No, there's no one you can trust 

No no there's no one you can trust(x3)

Some say the solution is locked in the sweat-box

I wouldn't know

I've never been there, I sold my keys to get a rock

We sing along to forgotten AM radio stations

And drink expensive wine, toast the friends that we left hanging

Like prisoners in conceit

We hurry through the cracks

I know for sure don't trust no one who says they've got your back

The windows all explode

Outside the noise pollution booms

Everyone's now hidden like cockroaches in dark rooms

I've been brought back from the dead before, so anything can happen

Obsessed with tragic endings, down and out like Eric Clapton

These are my wild years, I'm trying to enjoy the pain

The euphoria of dying

Toxins wrestle in my brain

We've all been leaders of corruption 

We've all been spiders on the wall

Waiting for a hand to smash us or the doom of light to fall

Is this guilt of just self-hatred

Running wild, uncontained

Leaking from a broken soul

Is this creation or a stain

Is this creation or a stain... (x5)