Thrashing Soul
Verse 1:
Sleepless at two AM,
I can’t get enough of good times with myself.
Bleary-eyes look upon this lonely state,
It’s just another golden moment on a shelf.
Cause my life means nothing,
And you’ve known it all along.
Wishing something would fix these tired eyes,
Never was there such a need to sing this song
Now I’ve got hundreds of roads,
Baby, tell me which one I’m on.
Chorus:
‘Cause this thrashing soul won’t go to rest,
Until it sees the dawn,
(The dawn of...)
A new generation,
Same as all the rest.
I’ve got pennies in my pocket.
One for every sin.
Absinthe eyes are ones that never quit,
So lock away my liquor before the day begins.
Verse 2:
I confess; I've got nothing left to say,
Except a million words,
You left my soul shattered, torn and grey.
I am alone, alone, when each day passes
Here's a lullaby, a lullaby for the masses.
I am alone, alone, when the stars paint the sky,
Yeah, who am I, who am I do defy,
(Alternative: )
Now my mind is moving faster than this withered hand can write
Because eveything I say becomes more and more (con)trite.
Empty words fill vacant spaces, and I'm left alone when each day is through,
Baby, you know as well as I, this we can't construe.
Chorus:
‘Cause this thrashing soul won’t go to rest,
Until it sees the dawn,
(The dawn of...)
A new generation,
Same as all the rest.
I’ve got pennies in my pocket.
One for every sin.
Absinthe eyes are ones that never quit,
So lock away my liquor before the day begins.
Verse 3:
Tell me, am I classified as a teenage faiure or certified a head case.
All I know is, I'm one big disgrace.
Let's hear it for the kids, the ones without a clue.
Sing it loud, for the ones who never knew what to do
Listen, for the ones who live withdrawn
And for those who's sins aren't in the slightest forgone.
(Let's hear it everybody!)
Now it's a sleeples three AM
And everything is calm,
Stotic like a child,
Before they drop the bomb.
Chorus:
‘Cause this thrashing soul won’t go to rest,
Until it sees the dawn,
(The dawn of...)
A new generation,
Same as all the rest.
I’ve got pennies in my pocket.
One for every sin.
Absinthe eyes are ones that never quit,
So lock away my liquor before the day begins.
Sleepless at two AM,
I can’t get enough of good times with myself.
Bleary-eyes look upon this lonely state,
It’s just another golden moment on a shelf.
Cause my life means nothing,
And you’ve known it all along.
Wishing something would fix these tired eyes,
Never was there such a need to sing this song
Now I’ve got hundreds of roads,
Baby, tell me which one I’m on.
Chorus:
‘Cause this thrashing soul won’t go to rest,
Until it sees the dawn,
(The dawn of...)
A new generation,
Same as all the rest.
I’ve got pennies in my pocket.
One for every sin.
Absinthe eyes are ones that never quit,
So lock away my liquor before the day begins.
Verse 2:
I confess; I've got nothing left to say,
Except a million words,
You left my soul shattered, torn and grey.
I am alone, alone, when each day passes
Here's a lullaby, a lullaby for the masses.
I am alone, alone, when the stars paint the sky,
Yeah, who am I, who am I do defy,
(Alternative: )
Now my mind is moving faster than this withered hand can write
Because eveything I say becomes more and more (con)trite.
Empty words fill vacant spaces, and I'm left alone when each day is through,
Baby, you know as well as I, this we can't construe.
Chorus:
‘Cause this thrashing soul won’t go to rest,
Until it sees the dawn,
(The dawn of...)
A new generation,
Same as all the rest.
I’ve got pennies in my pocket.
One for every sin.
Absinthe eyes are ones that never quit,
So lock away my liquor before the day begins.
Verse 3:
Tell me, am I classified as a teenage faiure or certified a head case.
All I know is, I'm one big disgrace.
Let's hear it for the kids, the ones without a clue.
Sing it loud, for the ones who never knew what to do
Listen, for the ones who live withdrawn
And for those who's sins aren't in the slightest forgone.
(Let's hear it everybody!)
Now it's a sleeples three AM
And everything is calm,
Stotic like a child,
Before they drop the bomb.
Chorus:
‘Cause this thrashing soul won’t go to rest,
Until it sees the dawn,
(The dawn of...)
A new generation,
Same as all the rest.
I’ve got pennies in my pocket.
One for every sin.
Absinthe eyes are ones that never quit,
So lock away my liquor before the day begins.