bad news is that there's nothing good to say

the minty flavors been chewed to nothing

that i can taste

harsh reality just set in today

that my limbs were drying quickly in concrete and clay

i made my peace with jesus

we wrote a letter to heaven

saying "will you be there to greet us?

or just show us the back door?"

- chorus x 2-

jumping from a bridge

with one hand tied to the railing

i am thinking of you

with cinderblocks for shoes



and with a touchtone phone i listen

to the problems of a city

life is like a hello kitty

voice inside of me thats all gone wrong

when before the door was open

like the window i've broken

i can't help if i'm spacin'

my messiah's freebasing

my blood is boiling and racing

as i crumble at the core

-chorus out