Peppered and Coarse

So you keep on dreamin'
You go and you get 'em
you're knockin 'em dead
till you're starving for bread
then your dreamin' became demeanin'
Settling for what ya' could get
Blanking out on what you wanted
Slowly breathing in exhaust till your light headed,
but not until you die.
A cry for help, because you feel you need it,
But don't want to ask,
And because you don't want to die,
Cuz how could you do it all over again.

From nothin, is where you're comin,
And they see you as blank, empty, forgotten,
your self image is in distress,
and you know that even if, you wore a dress,
You would never breathe openly,
in this closed off garage.

your locomotion is running,
your dreams are falling short,
But you'll find new avenues
your overwhelming passions will not be lost in translation,
Forget it,
Breathe it in lightly,
but don't inhale,
Just a puff,
For this is the edge, you've been here before,
And you'll never step over,
But out of morbid curiousity you peak over yonder
Not into a void,
But a three foot drop,

Come on,
Come on, Come on,
Fuck it.