The Bitters

broad brush painter overstuffed folder you've got it labeled enemies i need to crush It's a bit much
 Big umbrella everyone sits under make it a target while you prime missiles for launch Alright that's enough
 Wishing failure on a stranger eating shit until you choke Even parasites have the foresight not to kill their hosts Cold touch handshake you've got a hang up you just can't seem to break I'll just wait
 Green eyes chapped ass curled lip you hiss the same bullshit list of tired complaints it's getting late
 bedtime for jealous assholes
Wishing failure on a stranger eating shit until you choke Even parasites have the foresight not to kill their hosts Staring through fogged windows and calling it a microscope It's not healthy it's just control
 Picking through each other's trash gnawing at each other's bones It's not righteous it's just control Wishing failure on a stranger and getting what you want Wishing failure on a stranger but you're still who you are"