No Giving In - 40 Grit

Sometimes when I sit there and scream out my guts

You know you cannot hear a thing

Psycho extremities, masturbation

Breath down the streets, fall my head

Fall through my head

Roll through my head

Never give in

It should have been, it could have worked

I don’t see no reason why

It could have been, it should have worked

To each their own sacrifice

Sometimes I will swim through the feces I leave

I spit up your disease

Faking me out, taking me down

Liquor me up you’re sticking around

I can’t see your disease;

I can’t hear what you hear

But you see me falling to your weak needs

I hate you (tell my lies)

I hate you more than before

I hate you much more than before