Quitter (Live At Studio 4)

Head and hope, eight, eight weeks
It just waited 'til they see
The tangled young man that I have become
In a hole, morally
Getting trampled into feet
I've been going grey, I've seen everything wrong

If you're nothing fine I'm waiting to throw

When in Rome, I would leave
'Til I found a place to sleep
Or absorb the habits of the night and on
I'm going rogue, head in deep
Where the guilt begins to seep
All the lonely places I'm getting to know

If you're nothing fine I'm waiting to go

Change right before your eyes
You set out of the place of disguise
And it's cool, drop all my hype
And that's how this is, I'll be God
Even if it hurts too bad
Better than nothing said
Leaving empty head
In the meantime
Even if it's what you heard
The fuckers are all your dead
Better than what you'd read
See the dream fly high