Soilent Green - 12 Oz. Prophet lyrics

Start from scratch Victim in your own style A rash coming to surface No one could even stop this All talk and a coward stance Resenting final chance Hands of fate tied behind your back A balance faults always weighed out Tip the scale to this downfall A puzzle of let downs you could never solve To most you're an eyesore, even the score An unstable head hits the floor, without excuse A social breakdown of knotted emotion Victim in a lost cause Eyes that can't sleep a wink without a drink The coward plague on talking sh** The next in line that has been left behind Wet these lips for another drunk promise of lies Fourth grade logic Just another blacked out moment Climbing out of restraint Configuration for harm's way These dead days The outcast pig Counting black sheep in your sleep Register and dominate punishment The decline of man's verbal promise Headache of the obvious Stop letting the bottle speak Inside these lies take praise in time Hide this failure of looking back A rewritten story of past events Blinding these faults that chase you Dissolve into a stable delusion, forgettable solution an*lyze imperfection of compulsive Sitting at the table of dysfunction Genetic run of a father's blood Hiding the addiction of your ways The less to forget in time Limitations on pride Overrated cycle of rage Victim for your cause This continuous cycle of self involved decay Flavor of the month Vodka bottle s*ut Date rape side show for the one night stand that wet the bed Half the man A broken home Below the knee with broken bones Recreate the perfect mold Drown these sorrows Losing tomorrow To sell yourself for another night for that minute trip of fame