Scheduled Spontaneity

See your eyes pouring through the skies You're the master of disguise Thin line 'tween right and wrong You know you're right when you can't move on Favorite secrets soon to be sung Sing me a song about saving someone's Life living likely, lonely, and lame Oh, oh, ahh Saying something to someone who's soon to be dead Dying in misery, shoot her in the head It's the end and it's where you belong It's the end and it's where you belong It's a dead end again, and I'm not to blame It's a dead end again, and I'm not to blame It's a dead end again, and I'm not to blame It's a dead end again, and I'm not to blame A one, two, three, four, five, six, seven Haters, forgivers, when dyers are livers And a lie isn't truthful, but truth isn't useful To useless beginners, get taught to be winners But a loser's no cooler than soul-sucking sinners So speak in spontaneity Assume a fortunate destiny I hope you know what's good and bad What's good just makes me fucking laugh It's a good, it's a good, it's a good old song It's a dead end now, it's where you belong It's a dead end again, and I'm not to blame It's a dead end again, and I'm not to blame Loathe the lonely Love the laughs Loathe the lonely Love the laughs Loathe the lonely Love the laughs Loathe the lonely love