Ours

Tied down to the things we can't let go of
Realized how many dreams we can't recover
We layed down in our sleep and began to choke
We layed down in a dream and we never woke
Life doesn't have a meaning everything's a joke
Been eating out of your hands, with never anything to show
We tried to get off clean, but we would never grow
Prison can't be worse than living with the pain of knowing
Murder, Murder, Murder, Murder
We fight about the things we never even had control of
In and out of thoughtsso many people baught
Self serving ramblings in your favorite journal
Wont bring you peace until you learn to read yourself
Murder, Murder, Murder, Murder
Bow down to the things you can't let go of