My Ruin

Unmanageable

My Ruin


Pure 
Self contained 
I can feel the weight of my body 
As my voice strains 
Densensatized 
from beauty scenes 
the enemy is the fear 
that falls inbetween 
INSOMNIAC 
I sleep awake 
Displaced from my unconsious state 
UNMANAGEABLE 
Refuse to break 
I talk back 
everyone needs a SCAPEGOAT 
Someone to throw the rocks at 

THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON 
THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON 
THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON 

STAB 
My soul is not for sale 
I have not forgotten my past 
But I will remove the nails 
Force-fed your insecurities 
I have bled with no regrets 
For what I have said...before 
Or for what...I plan to say next! 

THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON 
THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON 
THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON 

Odor of sanctity 
is not what you smell on me 
Can't make the dirty clean... 
Control the magazine 
Under the influence 
I've learned to live with this... 
So I will be your standard...of comparison 

THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON 
THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON 
THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON 

Your standard...for comparison