The Icarus Line - L.O.S.T.

L.O.S.T.

Depressed by the smiles, all the phonies, and the fakes.
Depressed because everythings so far away.
Depressed by every sound this fucking machine makes.
Depressed by the skys color, gray today.
(Is it too late to tell you I meant every word of what I said? Imalways dead.)
Capsized by the hostile climate that Imin.
Capsized by the swarms of nothingness.
Capsized by waves of loneliness and sti will regretting.
Capsized into the sea of endless selfish distress.
Bottoms up to bottom out in the middle of nowhere.
(I kind of knew it would come to this,
when youve got a problem, youve got a fucking problem.)
We suck on every play. Just spoiled teens.
Dont gi have a fuck cos I will pay my way.
Imletting this slip out of control. Imletting it slip.
Tonight Imsorry for everything I have done to you.
Paint a picture of it all perfect and blue.
Hey lady, Imsorry for everything I have done for you and Imsorry...
Imsorry
Imsorry
Imsorry
Imsorry
Imsorry
(Try to be mean. Try to be...)