Paper The House - F**ked Up
Curtain comes down confession begins
Not all of them made it
So I'm glad some of them stayed until the end
To see a self righteous young man turn parody
But nothing is more uplifting than
Finally admitting you were living a lie
Tears down my face again as
I place my head in my hands
Darkness comes and it consumes
All my past dread is exhumed
Breakdown in short succession
Interrupt the bouts of depression
Fables and methods for coping
Effective as protest unspoken
Praise gone money spent
Just a kid wondering where his dad went
Old man life spent
Carved a legacy never made a dent
Thirty three was so complex screamed
The singed from the crucifix
Well it was me down on bended knees
Praying to a god in whom i don't believe
In a way it is all that it gleams
But why do we kill ourselves to end the dream
Is it commitments that bind me
Or am I consumed by vanity
Praise gone money spent
Just as kid wondering where his dad went
Old man life spent
Carved a legacy never made a dent
How can it be maintained
The way I make my living has driven me insane
It's a 21st century irony
Where everything you hoped for
In life gives you more anxiety
Praise gone money spent
Just as kid wondering where his dad went
Old man life spent
Carved a legacy never made a dent
Rapt attention turns malaise
I accept it
Can't remain unaffected
By the changing days
I'm not ungrateful
I cherish the time we spent
When the day comes to say goodbye
Understand this is why
Praise gone money spent
Just as kid wondering where his dad went
Old man life spent
Carved a legacy never made a dent