Little faith going in, Little love going out
It's the story of what your whole life's about.
From seasons in the snow, to the 360 spin
Tears rolling like bowling balls knocking down every pin.
Eyes on the radio, hearing a Colideoscope
Tasting what you missed in life, hoping it will suffice.
It's your will but it's not your halo.
It's your charlie horse pill, not your john doe.
It's you and you alone. A masterpiece like Sloan.
Will you obtain, the you in you?
Chocolate's got your toung, breaking bread with your fist
On your mother you clung, always will be missed.
From your dark and dreary look, to the hate that you enlist.
Once you've won the purple heart, will you continue to insist?
Mouth on a pacifier, sucking like it's your life.
Smell of the grass and booze, the kind that stained your shoes.
It's your will but it's not your halo.
It's your Bloody Mary, not your Edgar Allen Poe.
It's you and you alone. A needle to the bone.
Will you obtain, the you in you?
I've tried to make it clear like pizza on a cloth
Things get out of hand when your only friend's a moth.
I've covered up the bruise with the string from 'round your kite
The hair stain on your jacket was only clown white.
When eternity comes it'll understand.
Why you used that particular hand.
To slaughter all the reptiles that came within your grasp
Lets hope that god has changed you, before you begin relapse.