# Phantom Limb


Look at this, my head came off 
And got jettisoned from this fucking ark.
Who's gonna be my plus one now?
Who's gonna be my plus one now? 
Who's gonna be my plus one?

Why you're all so fucking anxious? 
I've been told they ran out of options.
I am tired of trying to find any reason
For existing of this fucking non-sense

We would send your boy back like a package, mam
But his body got suddenly scavenged
Don't lose heart anyway you can have one more
Even if :wq

Sending the boys back like packages,



I don't give a fuck about coming home no more
:
I'm owing lots but not to medics
My stubbornness is that pathetic
Scraping off the trace of getting 
What I can no more explain. 
It's like you're coming late 
But you still want a batter place
Mate. You just need to spread you power 
To the face. To the face.

Skagging yourselves up the night 
Don't wanna look back, nothing's behind.
The past's like a phantom limb
And who'll be around to get it grinded
Warmed, and tickleing our veins
It hurts, it hurts, alright.
Abandon self-pity everyone 
Who enters here.
No one's frightened Anymore

He's shaggin' off. Staggering home.
Wondering what happend to his 
Abillity to dull the pain
With alcohol.
He's throwing flames at what he's ever grown
But the moments too cold so the fire withdraws
Holding hands up under the fire alarm
And with the fucking code red the boy's left alone

