sin king

You're sinking in, sin king
it's hard night to be the martyr's mule
someone else's sinking fool
someone else's colorless fuel

gas has a smell, you know me well
and as far as I can tell, I'm not 100% justified
I won't claim I'm right, but I won't say I'm wrong, either
I won't apologize for your lack of attention

so we can go, merry go, round and round
but I don't see the point
when you can't hear your own sound
or shed some old town

so tear me down, but you don't have solid ground
to stand on or rebuild, and when you shoot
your aim is always to kill
so don't be surprised
if sometimes, I die

I'd do, I'd do, anything for you
but you'd fuck and and screw
anything to get through
to the top

and I won't say stop, I'm not putting my fists up
for a false fight
because even when I win
I always lose

I'm trying to lose heat but it fire leave ash
and I flinch at this flame, you and I both to blame,
but it's too big now
for either of us
to easily piss it out