Roll it, take it back There's a heart of steel there Show it, call it that If does it mean that Use it, get the best Won't you use against me? I'd take it, hold you back If does it mean me I tried to wake you But you're stoned, baby I tried to make you live out I tried to save you But you're always lost and I'm tired of waking you now Thrown and taken back Thought the flesh was still there But little stories pass And no, they're not true So good, have gone the truth No more same old stories But faking like I knew it No one did Well, the story was Quite faked too The little monster Was made of weight on mind Thanks for the luck Which's went to make it through Fewer got the words To explain the ways on my mind It's just: Felt it heavier Without good on taste Check out the rest of the Worthless wastage Then no ghost can haunt here No way - too late Ain't it ironic? That's something I have won Lying on the role Got too late to see this But when we're in the hole We get the full view So good, have came the truth With no light or pity Well, facing that you got That strange sobriety Never try to wake The wicked bonds They ain't that wicked I should stop Writing out the song and Smoke some weed But you got me Really angry, maybe I should have punched your mouth Well, I can't do it But I found a way to I'll keeping writing this down Well, I can't do it But I found a way to I'll keeping writing this down It's not that heavier And it got no pain Illusion hurts when we're Naive, ain't it? I hope you get that Once on your life Don't fuck with nothing Or fucked you'll be got (Ah!) Well, fucked've got I 'Cause I messed with someone When we know a monster We become one And that's what's gettind bad Now the way's in this path When knowing how to don't The good is deeper Shooting you was not The rule What I can say is that I flooded myself in bad I gotta learn and turn To my old state of good Even if I'm drown into the Mediocre of the sad And all the things That link me to that emptiness That link me to what I ran The wicked bonds ain't That wicked but quite useless When you learn by nothing inside When there is no evil 'Cause the evil's good When it's only words that We give in to their truth The more it's talking The more is nothing Ain't it ironic? Our words ain't even true When so much is said It gets no meaning (ah!) It's really bugging I should stop Writing out the nothing And smoke some weed Smoke some weed And write that nothing