Misery Olympics

Just open your mind
The world will wear out its pleasant disguise
These worn out words won't heal these tired hands
Or broken bones
A self-serving overdose

Just for the record
I'm telling you to burn your boats
There are no more heroes
They don't live here anymore
Giants casting shadows of ourselves
Blurred visioned reality
Another fiction for the shelf

These roads are leading us too close
To murderers, thick as thieves,
Bastards and cut-throats
They're leading us too close
They're leading us too close
They're leading us too close

We're tired of these stories
Told by an addict who borrows to spend
These worn out words won't heal these tired hands
Or broken bones
A self serving overdose

They're leading us too close
To murderers and cut-throats
They're leading us too close
To murderers and cut-throats

These promises, they're not enough
These worn out words won't heal these tired hands
Or broken bones
A self serving overdose



Credits
Writer(s): Carl Beigie
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