Picking From The Box

Taking my mind away off things that makes me blind

Now I can't even sleep when I'm drunk

But I'm feeling just fine, you see to me its not so bad

dreaming away back home

But I wonder why you keep picking from the foodbox

seems so strange to waste your life that could bring so much

Blinded by fake you rush right into the failiure trap

Bitter blood reveals

You keep kissing the strings of hope

You pray to keep them warm

But somehow you always wake up cold

I know its hard to breake away from here

But you've got to lean on dreams to make them real

Money ain't all that counts when the day is done

Harmony is not something you buy

But keep on raping yourself you fake

You ain't got the guts to change

Poison yourself cos you're scared to loose, what!