Half-Empty Bottle - AFI

The ends don’t always justify the means

But i know what it takes to get what i need

I’ve got the cure when passive protest just won’t do

Just flick my bic as i hold it to the fuse

Smash it up.

break it down

Bring it down, down to the ground

Tear it up.

burn it down

Burn it down, down to the ground

How long have we waited for the day when they tighten their grips and we slip

away?

The sound of breaking glass drives me back up

It makes me whole when i’ve been down on my luck