12 Oz. Prophet

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 shit

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

Analyze 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 slut

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