(no subject)

[throat_punch]

No ones out on a Friday night
kick around this corner light
waiting for revalation

call you up on the telephone
leave a message theres no one home
nothing but fragmentation

i heard your story it, doesnt fit right
i thought tonight would be our night

you better watch whos patience you drain
when you say "im gonna see you again"
bringing on degradation

try not look them in thier face
thinking that you'll never leave a trace
such a cold mutilation

i heard your story it, doesnt fit right
i thought tonight would be our night
like im living in a dead city