But On the Inside

It's got to be a lot to bring you down
Take you by those tough, ivory bones
But on the inside, we're all soft tissue
Make it from day, to each unproductive day
Spending this time going fucking crazy
We're innocent, but all around criminals
Spilling blood to bring upon a smile,
To write our graffiti on our bed room walls
And telling our sick friends to carry our shot guns
We'll buy those offensive words, demented laughs
Over our counter like a prescription drug
Take it, take it. Spread it around like a disease
And in the end, it'll take a lot to bring us down
And nothing to drive us crazy