Pissed (Orange 9mm)

How many lies does it take To squeeze an open mind so shut That nothing gets in un-devised And fear is fuel for all desire Borders drawn to isolate And not signify a change in ideas While people piss on love's grave And blame a god for their ways Save your soul if you can You might never get to come back again Save your soul if you can Cause our time's running out Hero, dead man, hero, dead man Save our souls, take our hands Save our souls, take our hands Some devise their own plans To cure the mass exodus Crawling in to some sick hands Control surrendered to demands Who would think the time would come When people again stop to care Thinkers start to lose ideas And dig ourselves a shallow early grave Save your soul if you can You might never get to come back again Save your soul if you can Cause our time's running out Hero, dead man, hero, dead man Save our souls, take our hands Save our souls, take our hands We still doubt as brains untie The sky is falling Now we're crawling But we can't see straight through our shallow We can't think straight Now we're drowning So save your soul if you can You might never come back again Save your soul if you can Cause our time's running out Hero, dead man, hero, dead man Save our souls, take our hands Save our souls, take our hands