Anchor (All Set.)


I'm done with all the writing,
Incessant angry tones,
Pouring out all my fears,
Raking myself o'er the coals.

I'm done with all the talking.
About every fucking thing,
Falling on the deafest ears,
With nothing else to bring.

I'm done with all the trying,
To fit in amongst the crowd,
You'll always fucking diss me,
You talk to hear your sound.

I'm done with all the headaches,
Hope i have the will to change,
Only Time will tell the world,
If my life i'll rearrange.

I died at the Anchorset show last night.
I felt the life as it drained from me,
I died at the Anchorset show last night.
And you wouldn't even take my fucking pulse.