Time - Step Ladders lyrics

All the stories been told There is no Santa Claus We're all getting old And your role models hit menopause f** parties I'm not normal and neither are you When it rains I think I'm going to drown and I feel like my teeth are rotting out I used to like company, now I stare at hitch-hikers I never had friends till I got a car No constellations, just stars Rome wasn't built in a day but it burned down in a hour I'm just gonna keep trudging along, doubling efforts when I encounter resistance Smiling at f**ed up days appreciating my difference Keep feeding me till I get fat enough to feed others, that's what cows and pigs do They feed us human meat and hormones So I'm pointing guns at everyone in sight like American kids do Maybe I should dumb down my lyrics, cause every time I say something important The people that actually listen only understand a portion I'm still pissed about yesterday, but I'll flush the lou on tomorrows sh** It's one thing to pick your path and another to follow it Apples don't have razors, witches don't wear costumes And making friends is like babies f** around and you'll get one Look at all these puppets Gepedo bred, lying to themselves about their strings Lying to themselves that god can be within all human beings If you want religion take deceit, power, control and mix Diversities like clef palate, if you're born with it they'll fix it (Fix me, you can't fix me) If you want something ask for it We are everything, give me nothing I am god's appendix There are no miracles and we create déjà vu If you want there to be a happy ending where the world ends then it's up to you Sunsets are epiphanies and dawn is amnesia Grab habit by the throat and stab it, but don't make this a routine Every suicidal person is a hypocrite and everyone else does The opposite of what they say, this is not a new thing Life is like an escalator, it keeps moving even if you pretend to take steps We're all just a bunch of timed out blinks and breathes Conspiracies are like s** Fun to do at the time but we're all not the best There is no family Just mowed gra** and cracked open gnomes We climb step mothers and step fathers To get to the attack and hang ourselves atop a broken home