Sur-

prise,

uh--

oh

Did-

n't

think

I’d

have

to

an-

swer

for

the

lies

I

told

my-

self

At

least

not

so

soon

Good-

bye,

uh--

oh

To

ad-

re-

na-

line

and

am-

bi-

tion

com-

ply

Got-

ta

look

in-

side

my-

self

for

a-

no-

ther

rea-

son

to

live

De-

pen-

ding

on

the

me-

di-

cine

to

keep

my

co-

lors

vi-

vid

Think

I

hit

the

li-

mit

But

I've

been

do-

ing

bet-

ter

e-

ver

slight-

ly

for

a

min-

ute

Think

that

I

can

pi-

vot

Part

of

me

wants

to

be-

lieve

that

I

will

not

come

a-

part

at

the

seams

That

I

will

learn

from

the

cut

when

I

bleed

That

I'm

a

tank,

I'm

a

god-

damn

ma-

chine,

uh

Part

of

me

wants

to

be-

lieve

that

I

will

not

come

a-

part

at

the

seams

That

I

de-

serve

to

de-

li-

ver

my

dream

That

my

name

will

light

up

the

mar-

quee,

yuh

Blame

it

all

on

the

la-

mest

dude

Blame

it

all

on

the

pay-

ment

due

Blame

it

all

on

the

fra-

grant

food

Pray

to

God

for

your

mo-

ther

Al-

ways

won-

der

what

you

gon'

do

Come

to

terms

with

a

pain-

ful

truth

Pray

to

God

that

we

make

it

through

Pray

to

God

for

your

mo-

ther

Tap

out,

tap

out,

tap

out,

tap

out

You

wan-

na

tap

out

But

you

feel

a-

shamed

to

back

out

What

would

your

friends

and

your

fa-

mi-

ly

say?

Uh--

oh,

did-

n't

think

I'd

have

to

an-

swer

for

the

lies

I

told

my-

self

At

least

not

so

soon

De-

pen-

ding

on

the

me-

di-

cine

to

keep

my

co-

lors

vi-

vid

Think

I

hit

the

li-

mit

But

I've

been

do-

ing

bet-

ter

e-

ver

slight-

ly

for

a

min-

ute

Think

that

I

can

pi-

vot

Part

of

me

wants

to

be-

lieve

that

I

will

not

come

a-

part

at

the

seams

That

I

will

learn

from

the

cut

when

I

bleed

That

I'm

a

tank,

I'm

a

god-

damn

ma-

chine,

uh

Part

of

me

wants

to

be-

lieve

that

I

will

not

come

a-

part

at

the

seams

That

I

de-

serve

to

de-

li-

ver

my

dream

That

my

name

will

light

up

the

mar-

quee,

yuh

Blame

it

all

on

the

la-

mest

dude

Blame

it

all

on

the

pay-

ment

due

Blame

it

all

on

the

fra-

grant

food

Pray

to

God

for

your

mo-

ther

Al-

ways

won-

der

what

you

gon'

do

Come

to

terms

with

a

pain-

ful

truth

Pray

to

God

that

we

make

it

through

Pray

to

God

for

your

mo-

ther

Scream,

ex-

plain?

You

do

it

'til

you're

trained

My

voice

is

like

my

ho-

ro-

scope

I'm

Scor-

p-

io,

I'm

strange

I

tried

to

tame

my

brain

I

ad-

mit

it

was

in

vain

I

let

it

go,

it

flows

It

knows

I

can-

not

do

a

thing

I

got

grips

and

I

got

stocks

I

got

bar-

rels

with

an

ox

Now

I'm

cold

e-

nough,

I

can't

be

an-

gered

All

this

wri-

ting

on

my

walls

Built

them

up

to

break

my

fall

Now

I'm

cold

e-

nough,

I

can’t

be

an-

gered