Send a priest to save my soul. Forget it.
Send a doctor, take my pulse. Forget it.
Feelin' it to hard is the poison to the heart of a cynic
Redemption.
Now I'm waking to pains and shaking.
My guts are rotting out, I'm slurring my speeches.
For fun and forget you now.
Baptismal pool of my sleeping mouth.
I apologize for these transgressions.
Wish I could say that I learned my lesson but the bottle, she's calling
To this sickness that lives with me.
All these hungry, angry mouths, forgiven.
Silenced, belly-up for a round, forgiven.
Feelin' it to hard is the poison to the heart of a cynic
Redemption.
Regarding my wishes, washed me clean.
Ring me out over and over again.
Just promise to save my place in your disgrace.
A riot can start with f*** all abounds.
A measure of apathy so proud.
A promising son or a drunken sound.
Is the distance between you and I, so far?
So long to vitriol, the f*** you's the chain and ball.
Forget it. Forget it.
Forget it. Forget it.
Feelin' it to hard is the poison to the heart of a cynic
Redemption.
Feelin' it to hard is the poison to the heart of a cynic
Redemption.
A riot can start with f*** all abounds.
A measure of apathy so proud.
A promising son or a drunken sound.
Is the distance between you and I, so far?
Send a doctor, take my pulse. Forget it.
Feelin' it to hard is the poison to the heart of a cynic
Redemption.
Now I'm waking to pains and shaking.
My guts are rotting out, I'm slurring my speeches.
For fun and forget you now.
Baptismal pool of my sleeping mouth.
I apologize for these transgressions.
Wish I could say that I learned my lesson but the bottle, she's calling
To this sickness that lives with me.
All these hungry, angry mouths, forgiven.
Silenced, belly-up for a round, forgiven.
Feelin' it to hard is the poison to the heart of a cynic
Redemption.
Regarding my wishes, washed me clean.
Ring me out over and over again.
Just promise to save my place in your disgrace.
A riot can start with f*** all abounds.
A measure of apathy so proud.
A promising son or a drunken sound.
Is the distance between you and I, so far?
So long to vitriol, the f*** you's the chain and ball.
Forget it. Forget it.
Forget it. Forget it.
Feelin' it to hard is the poison to the heart of a cynic
Redemption.
Feelin' it to hard is the poison to the heart of a cynic
Redemption.
A riot can start with f*** all abounds.
A measure of apathy so proud.
A promising son or a drunken sound.
Is the distance between you and I, so far?