Testo Half Empty - Killing Time

Half Empty

don’t need no scapegoat.
don’t want no enemies.
I’m just looking for the antidote that can wean me off the remedy.
maybe I got issues with
permission slips and politics,
passion plays and promises that are… half empty
i am the lone gunman.
i am the bombardier.
i am the silent warning all you fuck ups need to hear.
serving both sides
like st. sebastian stuck on high.
abusing my body to free my mind til it’s…half empty.
i raise this glass to all the empty souls at the filling stations.
i’ll take suggestions from the congregation.
and I swear if one of you has something useful to say,
i’ll be the first to rock the vandals and drink the Kool-Aid.
don’t need no sure shot.
don’t want no guarantees.
I don’t know what I’d do without those sweet uncertainties.
we could pull the ripcord and start from scratch,
run the numbers through hell and back.
drowning in red or drenched in black, the answer is… half empty.