New like yesterdays trash.

You'll want something new?
Something to look up to?

Well here's a start, let's get to the heart of the matter
This and that and those, hate your mother and your father
It's an old house tale, about broken homes and nerves
Steely eyed covers and pointless words

Get a grip, try something new, don't do it for us, fucking do it for you.
I ain't a saint, fuck that, i'm the leader sinner
I don't mind losing, but I'll fuck up the winner.

What's the point of trying to make a point?
With all the bullshit and scuffle of an every day hustle
It's shit that everyon's gotta sort out, work out, find out, compete
Quit this cliche' stereotype of cutting up pale skin pasty teen meat.

Does angst always have to riddle your words?
Hmm, let's see, how about something hopefull, maybe some new music with chords?
No wait, that ain't dark enough? How about composing something instead of self snuff?

Get a grip, try something new, don't do it for us, fucking do it for you.
I ain't a saint, fuck that, i'm the leader sinner
I don't mind losing, but I'll fuck up the winner.

Homicide, suicide, guilt and self pain, we've heard and read every word, it's all the same
I know writing can save the mind, soul, and body, but quit posting stuff that comes of
Whiny and shotty.

I'm not the best at what i do, i'm just another face within the crew
The crew of a ship that's quickly going off course, sound the sirens, work the morse..
Code, send out the alert! Another lyrical assassination bent on self harm and hurt.

Get a grip, try something new, don't do it for us, fucking do it for you.
I ain't a saint, fuck that, i'm the leader sinner
I don't mind losing, but I'll fuck up the winner.