High on diesel and gasoline Psycho for drum machine Shaking their bits to the hits, oh Drag acts, drug acts, suicides In your dad's suits you hide Staining his name again Cracked up, stacked up, twenty-two Psycho for.. Read »

My knuckles were bruised like violets Sucker punching walls, cursed you as I sleep-talked Spineless in my tomb of silence Tore your banners down, took the battle underground And maybe it was ego swinging Maybe it was her.. Read »