Methods Of Mayhem

Over again it plays,
and I’m scared to face the wreckage of my younger ways
Every little thing you do
Is measured by the damage that it does to you
You can screw me around
You can swallow me down
But I don’t really know why
All we do is get high
I guess I’d rather save my breath
The world is just a timebomb
Everyone is dead wrong
And all this weight is on my head
My head
Everyone you think you know
Turns to somethin’ different only yesterday
All of us need to choose
It’s easier to give in
Than it is to lose
They can blow off my head
They can leave me for dead
But I don’t really know why