The Aftereffects of Falling on Your Face
Some dreams were never meant to come true
Some cures are worse than the disease
Some hearts were meant to be broken
Some men made to fall to their knees
The gun is in my hand and I want to know
Is it worth it...is it worth it...
So we trip and we fall hard on our face
Then we get back up only to fall again
We leave our hearts out unprotected
Then get surprised when someone rips it to pieces
The gun is at my head and I just want to know
Is it worth it...is it worth it...
Only in the aftermath can we assess the damage
With a cold heart and colder steel
We bleed into the gears as they grind away at our flesh
And I...and I...AND I...AND I...AND I...AND I...AND IIIIII
I swallow this box of razors to feel them cut as they go down
I bought myself this gun to empty my head of thoughts...
Let me be free of these...thoughts...
Some cures are worse than the disease
Some hearts were meant to be broken
Some men made to fall to their knees
The gun is in my hand and I want to know
Is it worth it...is it worth it...
So we trip and we fall hard on our face
Then we get back up only to fall again
We leave our hearts out unprotected
Then get surprised when someone rips it to pieces
The gun is at my head and I just want to know
Is it worth it...is it worth it...
Only in the aftermath can we assess the damage
With a cold heart and colder steel
We bleed into the gears as they grind away at our flesh
And I...and I...AND I...AND I...AND I...AND I...AND IIIIII
I swallow this box of razors to feel them cut as they go down
I bought myself this gun to empty my head of thoughts...
Let me be free of these...thoughts...