I Used To Have A Heart

(Album: In Defense Of The Genre - 2007)

I used to have a heart worth a billion bucks
Now it's shitty, shoddy cheap
Sell it in my sleep for the fakes to eat
While they kiss my ass and tell me what I need:
Sex fiends with a vacant dream, a tattoo of a soul
And the words you said, still ringing in my head
Wonder where the love they stole is hiding

All I want to do is be mended by you
I don't want to be confused, I just want to find you
All I want to kill is that which keeps me ill
Underwhelmed and unfulfilled

(They're in denial) of the knowledge
That they're living in a lame excuse
(They're in denial) of the fat they're fed
It's like they're gorging on the truth
(It's not alright with me) the love I lack, I need, I want you back
(It's not alright with me) the circle torn apart, I used to have a heart

I used to know a girl with the deepest trust
That a man could ever know
I broke her neck from the lack of respect
I learned as an embryo on the west coast
Where the dead paint hollywood red
The facade is well-fed with the blood of the capulets
Spread like jelly on bread across the doors of the first-borns
Weaned from birth on meds

All I want to say is this could be ok
I don't want to be a slave, I just want to spend my days
Wondering through the haze, your voice to lead the way

I can finally go and say:
There you are in front of me, luminescent as you used to be
Just sing the saddest song for me, revive me