FISSURE LYRICS

1. Junkie's Day Off

Minds, they rot away
Cooking every single cell
Encased in heedless static
Eyes they sink into a dark oblivion

It repeats [3x]
“Stop”

Let the flashes of light drip out
Seep into every pore

It repeats [3x]
“Stop”

"This is just a test"
If you scrape
Worthless carcass up
You might fail

2. Left Footed

“Sorry” can only be said
20 times before
It loses its meaning

I've only said it a thousand times
But who's counting?
I’ve inhaled razor blades
Exhaled two cents
But who's counting?

All words are losing meaning
As does the taste in my mouth

3. Gary Busey For President Of The Moon

Are you living for yourself
Or are you trying your hardest
To fulfill everyone’s ridiculous expectations?

Who gives two shits about how much your shit stinks?

Subliminal whispers up in the sky
The clouds are talking to you
Lifeless drone programmed to obey
Bend over & say
"Yes sir, may I have another?"

4. Untitled

The mask you wear
Is as fake as your smile

Trampling over heads
Fuck whoever’s in front of you
Anything
To get ahead

Stabbing people in the back
Isn’t the latest craze
But you sure act like it
Mask is cracked
You’re full of shit

5. Hey, Bro, Do You Like Attack Attack!?

Smiles have long gone
Life has become this stale
Used up film reel, ready to burn
Burn
See if I care

I can't stand
Same painted faces
Chipping away with time
Save your lifeless stares
For when you're dead

The redundancy has drained every single drop of my essence
You'll see a smile on my face when you see me fly or die

6. I Want All Our Songs To Be About Rims

The stone was cast
Broken through your front teeth
Blood stained face
Deviated jaw

There are no take backs in this life

I spy a fib on the broken scab
You can't take it back
Time moves slowly
When you watch your shadow
Running away from you

7. I Used To Cut Myself To Dashboard Confessionals

Sad to say that I've lost all faith
In all decree

The lure was casted out
No money?
Promises
No worries
Promises
The just hand of the law rules for the righteous
Strikes the wicked down
They say that justice is blind folded

No money?
Pain?
Live with it

Better off dead

Better off the blood stain on the streets
Better off dead
Justice spelled out in dollar signs

Here's two middle fingers
Go fuck yourselves

8. G.I.M.P.

Sharp pain in my stomach
It’s been hurting
For the last couple of weeks
I can’t function properly
I can’t even stand
Probe me, cut me, nuke my brain

Too many numbers
I can’t even count that high
Fuck it, I'll deal with it
Fuck it, I'll just walk it off
You’d probably bleed me to death without even cutting me







FISSURE LYRICS