im tired of giving excuses too hate myself time honored tradition i could do without the crutch has no reason except the greed itself soon enough it will put the nail in my coffin carbon copy sickness slowly brings me down black outs fading i ve hurt somebody else fruits from trees are falling off but not far from the stem i keep on digging trenches to throw all my guilt in all and all it will put the nail in my coffin carbon copy sickness slowly brings me down black outs fading i ve hurt somebody else im through with all the controversy its cruel the side that hides away then suddenly these shallow deeds are taunting echoes haunting if i point it your way would it be an offense cause i cant restrain the side of me it presents these shallow deeds are taunting me if i point it your way would it be an offense i cant restrain carbon copy sickness slowly brings me down black outs fading i ve hurt somebody else carbon copy im fading