Testo Picking Up The Pieces

Shut up cause yer making me mad,
you act like you know it all that makes you really sad,
i'm tired of yer kind, did you know yer all the same?
stick it up yer ass if you don't like what we play.

put up yer fists if you want to fight,
quit hiding under yer blanket face up to life.
yer happy and you know it and we don't give a shit, we're tired of you and yer stupid politics.

lets count the stars who cares if we lose track,
play from yer heart and maybe will make it back,
we got so far, farther then we ever have,
we tried so hard, failing never hurt so bad.

picking up the pieces that you left behind,
what a fucking wreck you really screwed shit up this time.
and i hope that it hurts when you swallow yer pride,
i'm tired of the truth i'm looking for a lie