Ironic Locomotive

Roll it, take it back
There's a heart of steel there
Show it, call it that
If does it mean that
Use it, get the best
Won't you use against me?
I'd take it, hold you back
If does it mean me

I tried to wake you
But you're stoned, baby
I tried to make you live out
I tried to save you
But you're always lost and
I'm tired of waking you now

Thrown and taken back
Thought the flesh was still there
But little stories pass
And no, they're not true
So good, have gone the truth
No more same old stories
But faking like I knew it
No one did

Well, the story was
Quite faked too
The little monster
Was made of weight on mind
Thanks for the luck
Which's went to make it through
Fewer got the words
To explain the ways on my mind

It's just: Felt it heavier
Without good on taste
Check out the rest of the
Worthless wastage
Then no ghost can haunt here
No way - too late
Ain't it ironic?
That's something I have won

Lying on the role
Got too late to see this
But when we're in the hole
We get the full view
So good, have came the truth
With no light or pity
Well, facing that you got
That strange sobriety

Never try to wake
The wicked bonds
They ain't that wicked
I should stop
Writing out the song and
Smoke some weed

But you got me
Really angry, maybe
I should have punched your mouth
Well, I can't do it
But I found a way to
I'll keeping writing this down

Well, I can't do it
But I found a way to
I'll keeping writing this down

It's not that heavier
And it got no pain
Illusion hurts when we're
Naive, ain't it?
I hope you get that
Once on your life
Don't fuck with nothing
Or fucked you'll be got

(Ah!)

Well, fucked've got I
'Cause I messed with someone
When we know a monster
We become one
And that's what's gettind bad
Now the way's in this path
When knowing how to don't
The good is deeper

Shooting you was not
The rule
What I can say is that
I flooded myself in bad
I gotta learn and turn
To my old state of good
Even if I'm drown into the
Mediocre of the sad

And all the things
That link me to that emptiness
That link me to what I ran
The wicked bonds ain't
That wicked but quite useless
When you learn by nothing inside

When there is no evil
'Cause the evil's good
When it's only words that
We give in to their truth
The more it's talking
The more is nothing
Ain't it ironic?
Our words ain't even true

When so much is said
It gets no meaning (ah!)
It's really bugging
I should stop
Writing out the nothing
And smoke some weed

Smoke some weed

And write that nothing