Lyrics

I know myself ?cause I get in the way
And screw it down until it?s stripped away
I cannot tell, it?s too hard to stand still
And look through the cases of all the ones they spilled
Of all the ones they spilled
Of all the ones they spilled

And it?s the mess that kills

They arrested my development and stuck it in the pen
I know the screaming uncles that go back and start again
When they punt the anthill it?s just a bump in the road
Build it back the way it was and its time to reload
Time to reload
Time to reload

Pow pow kick it kill it pack the pole
Pow pow kick it kill it that?s the goal

I know the past it just gets in the way
I used to white it out almost everyday
I cannot tell if Carlos will stand up
When the volcanoes try to erupt

Pow pow kick it kill it pack the pole
Pow pow kick it wicked rock and roll