Helmet Album

Sit there pathetic
Admire myself
Pass offers of great sex
No threat the evil goes
Gone
Pig Fuck your eyes wide
Once lead, gone shy
Not a thing in common
She looks just like a boy
Boy

Dragged behind someone like habit
Say complete, say sycophantic

It's no bad mood
It's a look you thought might kill but
You knew better

Wake up cold
Do you know you're not dead
Make the same mistake
You've lost your head

Rearrange events again
Let them suit your next complaint

Self-absorbed
You're all wrapped up
So deep inside
Just think bland thoughts

I can't move her
Obsessed with protection
This is a bad idea
She needs affection
What, me?

Drive around town forced to talk
Pass that church again
Where's a parking spot
It's Sinatra's world
She just lives here
I hate everything as much as
I hate me

What's the best for me?

She doesn't see me
I don't care
Just move around some and
Fix your stare
I had more fun
Took half the time
Cost three bucks, buy a magazine

What's the best for me?

Sympathetic
The angry and young
Fellowship did stress virile and
So well hung

Down and right
Did it wrong
Self-obsessed
Time to kill you're so depressed

Presence that won't
Complicate

Your self control might be a muscle spasm
New direction isn't everlasting though
Grope for straws you've got to plan
This week
Then the crutch dissolves
When she walks too sweet

Ration of blacktop on the slope of
Nowhere
Came out to greet the unresponsive
Stare
Turn green with envy over something
You missed
You didn't know what when you
Fell down in it

Walk on top, you run beneath
The blacktop spreads
The blacktop spreads

Consolation don't account for it
Healing helpless want to look
Like this
Bet distraction whips it out of you
Pay to see it suck you down
There too

Don't walk

One fuck now boost my self-esteem
One weak not a word sounds comforting
Beg forgiveness started back again
One for me said dig it deep
And then...

You walk

Embrace the motivation goes
Passed off as unintentional
One look showed you had to think
Eat this and say it doesn't reek

Right

Make room you come with open arms
Talk fast before the greeting starts
Incensed you know you need t know
Whose scene you made you didn't though

Sad

Taste of the month
Voice for the cause
Make room you come
With open arms

Tight security
Looks that challenge
Savage end aid food chain balance
Even the fabulous can't avoid
A random attack to pass a
Boring night

Blue habit sap my strength
Fleet of dump trucks line my street
Bludgeoned to death or shot in the head
Murder down the hall
That green monument won't prevent death

No one said, no one's safe
No one said, no one's safe
No one said, no one's safe
No one, no one's safe