A Clear Head And A Clear Conscience
by Nodes Of Ranvier
Pull the syringe away from my arm
and watch it fall to the floor
(I have decided) My tomorrow does not need you
All your talk and all your ideals
run from your mouth, rapid and dirty.
So all you scene kids,
Bow your heads to the "kings of your scene"
And abide by their punk rock
laws and man made ideals.
As for me, Ill stay sober.