Twenty something 

Years of seclusion 

Seems to be quite enough



Just get me out of this town

It's like a dried up, 

lake full of debris and I am starting to drown

Sometimes I can see clearer 

Through rear view mirrors

Then windshields with

All the places I've been



How do I find my destination?

Neither one of us is getting out

Of the situation alive

Until the other one dies



And it wont be me

You clench your hold like you clench your teeth

And I will send you back to hell

Holding your jaw,

Like your demon teeth



Your demon teeth



Put your ghosts in the past

Don't put your torment back 

Beneath it's reoccurring

Pull apart its jaw

And smash out its teeth



Who do I believe?

When everyone sees and speaks

Based in part by what they themselves believe

I'd Rather see a man of god

Than hear from one

Any day of the week

So take hold of these demons

Cast them into pigs

But don't let a single one of them leap

Take their filth 

And let them learn

(No, no, no, no) Just let them teach



[x2]

Instead of reading the book (I've read the book)

Try Meeting The Author (I've met the author)



That's my problem, I've had the devil on both sides

With god at the bottom (ughhhh)



Chin Up

Chin Up



He doesn't pick where he stands,

I pick where I place him.