Tracks

Tracks The city lights consumed him and the night's all turned to black He couldn't find his way back home, now there's blood upon the tracks And everyone's a star, till you're starting to run out You're trying hard to fill a hole but you fill your hands with doubt You dig your well and tap your vein to ease your worried mind To try and blur the memories of how you fell behind Now the curtain's falling and the hunger's calling as you build your own sweet hell The good times lead a trail of scars to show how far you fell Is it everything you want? Is it everything you need? Would you stand by your cause Even if your cause is greed? If I don't give a f*ck about me Why would I care about you? You can try and hide your pain away But it's all in what you do There's strangers behind every door They're crawling through your windows And sliding on your floor Take a bath, wash it clean Grease the gears of your hate machine You fucking suck