Lyrics

The scene right now is wallet size and I can’t seem to find the change
The craven have fallen apart
The enslaved chipping away
They’re all so good to have around

The free man loses all his art
I chose not to repent
Don’t start

There’s no parking on my street and I can’t get to bed
The drunks are driving here tonight
They will learn to swim with the fish
I ponder with thoughts outliving my doom

The basis of hate is the art
My real friends they’re hanging in there
Don’t start

The free man loses all his art
I chose not to repent
Don’t start
The basis of hate is the art
My real friends
don’t start
Don’t start