(G. Anselmo, 2007 ChargeUp'd Inc.) nnYour the first of every timebombed clocknspinning through your ragesnlike the stages of hellnnThe only news is abuse that you losenwhen your hooked at the mouthnlike a shark tears through thisnnAnd it's filled with our emotionnnow to turn itself around to the ways it wasni don't need to affect all elsennot sympathetic priden'cause today is different, cannot changenthe surface of the eyennYou just look at me the same..nnI still feel like it's never the same, yet stillnyou get sick of thisnnothing you could do could change the pastnand the eye of attentionnis the only way right throughnsomething other than you've known n