Adding Insult To Injury -

A few cans short of a six pack

A couple bucks short on the rent

Screws too tight to feel just right

But no one ever knew what it meant

Alarms are going off as a warning

But they’re always falling on deaf ears

Forever bottling anger and ignoring the danger

And throwing a wrench in the gears

Did you ever think about the consequences — no

Did you ever think about the retribution — no

Let’s play a game called confrontation

Did you ever think about your situation — no

Did you ever take a look at your reflection — no

Let’s play a game called confrontation

Always on the verge of a breakdown

And always left standing in dust

The lights are all on but nobody’s at home

And you’re never careful who you can trust

Still it’s only scratching the surface

And sure we’ve got a victim but we still need a witness

The failure or plans will stain the blood on our hands

And now it’s only screams in the silence

It’s time to add

Insult to injury

Mayhem to misery

To find identity

Foundations growing thin

I can feel the roof cave in

I don’t like where i have been

It’s time to start again