Beckoned

All dressed in black Eyes of attack Coming with one hand in pocket To take from me Sin in the eyes I see Sin is nice of me Nothing left for me Reality Forget it You have messed up Can't do anything And I have messed up Can't do anything You're just a fuckup I'm just a fuckup We're just two fuckups At least we're fucked Up together So sad to see you go I said to myself you Know So sad to see a mind Disappear through Time Lunacy's an argued Taste I guess there's no time To waste Oh passing times it's a Passing phase Reality Forget it You have messed up Can't do anything And I have messed up Can't do anything You're just a fuckup I'm just a fuckup We're just two fuckups At least we're fucked Up together We are two fuckups You have messed up Can't do anything And I have messed up Can't do anything You're just a fuckup I'm just a fuckup We're just two fuckups At least we're fucked Up together Together, together Together, together...on Paper ********************** Note: This album is completed. --- Beckoned - Coal Chamber