No Escape for the Guilty

Safety was never safe because it would get ripped away Now there is no way that i can go down that way You see, i didn't notice what was up ahead... no one would You and i are not the same because of a thing That's called success I'd call it love, but that's my best guess... no premonition Of what was in front of me, i could not foresee Slack off... whack off... i don't know what to do Am i the only one? Or does it feel this way to you? Angels and demons wage war up in my brain Am i being melodramatic? Or do you feel the same way? All this laziness is a guilt trip To the city of the fucked So you better watch out Because one day i just might get the guts To come into your town and take what's yours And leave... you better believe