Check Out - Venomous Concept

Clocking smiles with playful crap*

Tip my jar, go fuck yourself

Selling life to myself

What a bore, I’ll check right out

Walk that walk, talk and talk

Kiss my touch I’m breaking off

Checking out with a grin

Crush the thoughts that break right in

Taste your taste that blots your mind

Run the circles hand to hand

Taste your taste that blots your mind

Blot the thoughts that cut your mind

Look inside your blank mind

Look for what was left in me

It’s a lost cause, lost time

I know, I think you’ll find