Scratching the hole in your memory
Is like taking the bare from your back
Grinding a blade on the block of truth,
It's the reason we're all in this mess
Spitting it out at the sermon
Makes you crawl along ground on all fours
Pleading for some kind of repense
For the crime of passion remorse
Look, at your life for a second
Look, as it passes you by
Look, at all your complaining
Look, what it gets you is nice
(Sample A: I go everywhere looking for you!) x 4
Scratching a hole in your Levi's
Just like screaming out loud in the night
Waiting for life just to catch you
Sometimes giving you time to collapse
Hunting your lunch with a pitchfork
Kinda loving to get you with spite
Funking it up for no reason
You should've never given me the chance
Look, at your life for a second
Look, as it passes you by
Look, at all your complaining
Look, what it gets you is nice
(Sample A: I go everywhere looking for you!) x 4
Scratching the hole in your pocket
I was looking for lunch in your bag
Searching for truth in your mouth half-closed
I was pissing on type not on kind
Hoping for your soul salvation
I was trying to keep you on top
Wishing you well from the ship of life,
I was hoping...
(Sample A: I go everywhere looking for you!) x 4
Look, at your life for a second
Look, as it passes you by
Look, at all your complaining
Look, what it gets you is nice
Look, at your life for a second
Look, as it passes you by
Look, at all your complaining
Look, what it gets you is nice
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