Their/They're/There - Fit Your Life Into A Grid Lyrics
Cynical and brightA tad unkind, a part uptightBut not too rudeA mostly focused mindI'll let you throw me in the deepAnd watch me sinkI start to think of what I knowAnd expect the worst this timeWell, alrightMy mother's son is callousedWith youthful catatonic fearOf something without balanceThis almost killed me once this yearI coughed up so much bloodA new traditionSome ammunitionWell, what if I should drown?Who would drag me out?Fit your life into a gridThen wait for the dead to forgetBreathing for nothingSell your soul and nothingCynical and brightA tad unkind, a part uptightBut what's the use?A most unfocused mindSo determined this timeMemory of being 8 years oldAnd I was all aloneClothes soaked in chlorineEmbarrassed of my childhood resultsAs an adult denying everythingMother's son is callousedUnbridled and tenacious fearOf something without balanceIt almost killed me twice that yearI coughed up so much bloodA new conditionSome ammunitionWhat if I should drown?Would you drag me out?