Regression is my obsession
I keep screaming, never learned my lesson
Demolition is out best invention, and our favorite mode of transgression
(End Transmission)
Kick, snare, amp blare,
We're black & blue but we don't care
Iron lung, broken rung; awaiting sentence,
Jury's hung
So I'll reap what I sow and I'll rest where I reside
Our hearts are cracked, but still intact
Welcome to the city that shoves you back
To resist, some twist their hands into fists
But fighting each other, like slumber, keeps us under