Tied down to the things that we can't let go of

Realized too many dreams we can't recover

We layed down in our sleep and began to choke

Life doesn't have any meaning everything's a joke

Been eating out of your hands, with never anything to show

We tried to get off clean, but we would never grow

Prison can't be worse than living with the pain of knowing



Murder, murder, murder, murder



We fight about the things we never even had control of

In and out of thoughts so many different people bought

Self serving ramblings in your favorite journal

Won't bring you peace until you learn to read yourself



Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder



Bow down to the things you can't let go of

Eating out of dog's hands with never anything to show

Even if it hurt to love you couldn't leave it slowly

Slipping from you core as you're waiting for your dream to come



Murder, murder



Give in the things you bought with

Give in the things you bought with

Give in the things you bought with

Give in the things you bought with



Murder

Give in the things you bought with

Murder

Give in the things you bought with

Murder

Give in the things you bought with

Murder

Give in the things you bought with