| Morally confused 'cause I’m faced with the scum
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| the scum that keeps my emotions numb
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| fight with the images, I fight with my thoughts
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| suppress all the violence &keep backing off
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| Am I still good if I want to see it
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| am I still sane if I want to feel it
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| The love in my heart ain’t the answer to it
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| blood on my hands and morally confused
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| I feel the pain that I inflict
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| there’s a lot of baggage that keeps building up
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| baggage that’s always annoying as fuck
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| annoying reminders of how it is
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| frustrating shit that’ll never change
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| I can’t be bothered with problem solvers
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| all sound alike, they’re all pantomime
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| I can’t be bothered with problem solvers
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| leave me to stew here alone in my fuckin juice
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| I don’t know, I don’t know what’s right
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| I can’t shut these images out |