Glassjaw
"Pink Roses And The Graveyard"

You like to carry my heart in a bag that's broken.
You're asking me when do I stop?
When the bottle's empty.
Blacker then my father's soul, drunk enough to raise us all.
Pink Roses.
Nomad.
Drowning rat.
Black.
Black.
So black you can't even grasp the fact.
Blacker than a begger's soul, rich enough to raise us all.
Lead with your need as God decends.
Cold in the ground.
What gets me this down?
The smell of magnesium, the smile of a clown.
I wanna clench you, stab you, fucking waste, film you