Phone calls at 3 am to wake me from my dreams,
just to hear your dis-chorded screams.
Accuse me of never giving a fuck.
Accuse me of giving you bad luck.
Accuse me of anything you desire,
just to quench your argumentive fire.
No more chance for me to conclude.
No more dealing with this family feud.
No bitter taste left to resolve.
No more family problems to solve.
Just this satisfaction of the final conclusion
that this family brethren was just an Illusion.



So don't call around here anymore
and don't come a knocking on my front door.
I spent a lifetime trying to appease
and I'm over begging on my knee's.

The say love is like war, but war is too easy
for at least war doesn't always come off so sleazy.

If for a moment I had a hand gernade and some free time
for at least in war, I proabbly wouldn't be commiting a crime.

War is not like love, it's the hell we all dream of
and family problems are the one's you don't speak of...
There are p.o.w.'s in the children's closets
and they have the dreams to prove that someone haunts it.
So welcome to the nightmare association, we welcome you whole
since down here we all know we've already lost the best parts to our soul.

01/16/2002

Posted on 01/16/2002
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