Break or Bust

Well I got drunk and crazy last night, guess I should have known better than that.
I got blood on my shirt, blood on my shoes, blood on my hands I'm all bruises and burns.
I know something's wrong, there must be I just can't remember what the hell it was.
Dirtstains on my knees and on my knuckles all my teeth they are cracked and sore.
And you spend ages trying to catch up, but it's allready too late - you always miss it.
So far I spent more of me than I thought I ever had som maybe it don't matter anyway.
Then it hits me dead right in the eyes, like a devils whisper I swear I saw you cry.
As I smash my piece of history to shatter all the daydreams left like rusted nails and old leaves.
With cobblestones in your hands and gunsmoke in your eyes it's hard to make out the details.
But I saw you standing on the sidewalk with a stupid grin on your face as we passed you by.
Do you still think it's allright' Do you'

As everything got out of hand you misinterpet purposely the signs we flashed.
And you cashed it in as fast as you could run and I'm still wondering if you'll ever get caught.
Coz even though your best friends know the state of your distasteful traces you still won't budge.
It's a hopeless case of break or bust.
And they'll be taking notes until the break of day tomorrow, but not one thing will come out right.
Stating how the furious connected with the fearless in full-on real life.

Teargas expectations became amateur night at boot-camp.
As you sleep peacefully, convinced of your own innocense
we'll burn down the house and we'll tear down your flags.
We'll break through your walls, and we'll piss on your grave.