way before ench.

There was a time where i'd stand in a  dingy basement, all in order to yell and push someone. 

I'd sit at home and think about it, I'd lay down and scheme. 

Somehow I got away from that, somewhere in there I fell on some big boat. 

I got transported over here, complacent in transfer so there's no-one to blame.

But come one, where's the next fight? Who knows.

When was the last time I yelled at my parents or grabbed a hand, the sellout argument is back and Patrick is definitely on the losing side. 

I'll buy up a big stinky house with all that fake money Patty handed over

I'll throw your shit all over the floor and make you pick it up

Draw til my wrist aches like yours, scream and howl 

Soak the leaves, wring it out and do it all again, scratch up my throat with another shot

all for the sake of argument