Five Iron Frenzy Left Lyrics

Johnny's got a grip on a blissful life,
He sucks on the smoke from the dope in his pipe
Wrapped around his fingers, a noose is loosing slack,
strangling his forearm to fill his veins with smack
P.C.P. spells gun to the head,
half a syringe or a barrel full of lead
grasping at straws and coming up empty,
Carving with his life
this somber song of hope:
"Kill me"
Sally spells success M-O-N-E-Y
if she steps on some toes, its an eye for an eye
She's climbing up the ladder, she's building up a wall,
to block out the world or the fear that she'll fall
Tightrope thins, conviction never stops
Money means nothing from a 40 floor drop
her security blanket has worn itself thin
she's hanging in the closet from a rope of her own sin
Nothing changes nothing will
Always skeptic, primed for the kill
Seeking nothing but selfish gain,
filling your pockets again and again
Selling your soul, taking your fill
Grasping at straws, feeding your own will
Killing your conscience, empty, bereft
Losing your life for the world, you are left alone
Some throw bricks through windows and yell, others beat their backs for fear of hell.
Two- edged sword that cuts flesh to teh joints,
the path is narrow, you missed the point.
Fistfull of sand a pitiful prize.
You're blinding yourself, closing your eyes.
The point was made eons ago,
chaff in the wind, your life's gonna blow.
Nothing you do, nothing can be new.
What is good? What is true?
Seeking to serve not ourselves, never
the Lord is God, we will live forever.