No, Man My Hands Are Dirty

I've felt the tap

on my shoulder

I've turned around

and grown older

I feel it burning

on the horizon

the orange glow

I've never known

push

I've

invite yourself in like a bad case of fleas

parasitic ploy fills and obvious need

set me up

cut me down

cash

Working too hard

Keep myself thin

Wearing the scars

Of where I haven't been

Yearns, yearns

Yearns, yearns

Working so hard

Grown this far

Clutching

Crawled from my hole

Covered in Mud

Forced my face up

towards the sun

Burnt

This

just in time

to steal what's mine

uprooting

again

cold and blind

can't feel what's mine

unpleasant

surprise

who was I

to think

. Better Luck Next Time

there

somewhere out there is a better day

somewhere out there has to be

better than today hopes to be

anyway

to be a part

i see the things that you do

i see the people you screw

i see the world that you make

i see the mess you create

i see you contaminate

with your refusal

i'm sickening

i'm sickening

losing my heart

i'm sickening

i'm sickening

retract

trying to forget

trying