Mike Meyers Never Runs, But He Always Catches Up

Scrape me off

And put me away

The feeling is off

So used to rejection

My heart: A darker shade of grey

So far. Within these walls I'll stay

Within these walls I'll stay

Scrape me off

I'm always reminded

I break like glass

In the hands of the living

I stand just like a mountain

You fall cut down like a tree

And made into floorboards

From me, dear you

A jaded point of view

Write it down. Throw it away

Every word you dare not say

From me, dear you

Right hand up. Repeat after me

I'll settle every fucking score

Right hand up.Repeat after me

I'll bellow 'til my lungs are sore

Right hand up. Repeat after me

I'll settle every fucking score