Beckoned — Coal Chamber

All dressed inblack Eyes of attack Coming with one hand in pocket To take from me Sin in the eyes I see Sin is nice of me Nothing left for me Reality Forget it

You have messed up Can't do anything And I have messed up Can't do anything You're just a fuckup I'm just a fuckup We're just two fuckups At least we're fucked Up together

So sad to see you go I said to myself you Know So sad to see a mind Disappear through Time Lunacy's an argued Taste I guess there's no time To waste Oh passing times it's a Passing phase Reality Forget it

You have messed up Can't do anything And I have messed up Can't do anything You're just a fuckup I'm just a fuckup We're just two fuckups At least we're fucked Up together

We are two fuckups

You have messed up Can't do anything And I have messed up Can't do anything You're just a fuckup I'm just a fuckup We're just two fuckups At least we're fucked Up together

Together, together Together, together...on Paper