If I could saw my way throughnThis solid dead grass,nWould the paradise I've found be worth my timenIf I could somehow undonOr make your soul stop the grind...nCan you count your loves in order of how they died?nWell I could toonnAnd now I feel like sinking innTo the wall I built with these mittsnI loved it in my way,nAnd now I pray for its decaynThe more I make plans,nThe more get depressednIt's as useless as business:nThe means to our endnWhen it kills to look your way;nThe striped noose, the number 2 fadenThe classic casennI took a piss on every ocean,nSo fuck the worldnI made a mess,nAnd when the son of God is coming,nDrop the rake and stop runningnGet mad, you son of a bitchnnEvery musclenIs gripping tight for lifenAs the worm turns, out the slug slips, past our eyesnIf we turn our backs,nHow can we stop the knife?nnIf the world turns back around,nWill it notice us trying to burn down thenLast tree on the lotnOf the last drug mart?nnMake me honest give me solacenHet me over the motionsnInspire the next way to gonMoney plays us it recruits everybodynnJoin themnJoin themnWe'll beat them ourselvesnnIn the end did it get to you?nIn the end did it wear on your heart?nIn the end did it get to you?nnWhen the son of God is coming,nDrop the rake and start runningnGet madnStand defiant to the missionnAnd the way that it was givennGet mad, you son of a bitchnnTell me why you did itnTell me why you did itnTell me why you did itnTell me why you did itnnIn the end did it get to your heart?nI know how it feels when everything falls apartnIn the end.nnIn the end did it get to your heart?nI know how it feels when everything falls apartnIn the end.nnIn the end did it get to your heart?nI know how it feels when everything falls apartnIn the end.nnGet mad, you son of a bitchnnIn the end did it get to you?nIn the end did it wear on your heart?