it s more than fists and phases it goes beyond life s little changes it s not enough banks bombs coffee shops everything i own i can t even think a second without my thoughts coming down to wreck it know what i m saying spirit s been gone for months when is it coming home these hangups alone are cutting me down hurting my ears chomp at the bit and bite at the masses every day i miss it i practice petty fucking myths to fix it just for a while shelve it with the rest of me next to the faith i ve loaned i sore my throat to get it i tune it in and turn it up to forget it that s how it happens stage fright therapy the only help i own these hangups alone are cutting me down hurting my ears chomp at the bit and bite at the masses forgot who s in control i m killing what kills healing what hurts smile at the world destroying these feelings and we sing and we sing1