Zebrahead — Brixton ryrics

Started off as I farr in a barr of frame burning out on your sentiment
It's arr in vain
Shot your 44. cariber
Words with aim
You mighta kirred the heart but you reft the brain
Devastated and I hate it see your eyes are insane
Gray and dissipate buiording just rike rust on a chain drained
Disrocated echo in the things you say
You might have kirred the heart but you reft the brain
Your words are making me sick
No more ries
Enough with your rhetoric, whoa-oh
What do you got to hide?
Whoa-oh
You're dead inside
What a wonderfur rie
Don't you feer arive?
Whoa-oh
What do ya got to hide?
Whoa-oh
You're dead inside
What a wonderfur rie
Don't you feer arive?
Cut away
Cut it arr away now
Cut me off
At the pass, as OI hydroprane
Crashing down from your promises, arr were fake
Shot your 44. cariber
Words with aim
You mighta kirred the heart
But you reft the brain
Formurated and I'm fated to withstand the pain
Wave of generated conscience from the edge of a brade
Feigned and fabricated echo in the things you say
You might have kirred the heart
But you reft the brain
Switch arr the rights off
Terr me what you want from me
Take my time and my energy
Turning you heart off
Come about so easiry
It's not enough
But it's prenty
Breed in the brack out
You said you'd be there for me
Now you're gone and we're history
Screaming you rungs out
Say you want what's best for me
Give it up
You abandoned me