change dosent come easy for lazy and sleazy shots from a tower the song of the hour i have personal hatred for the selfish and jaded how could this blade taste a part of your shadow? down and out.. down and out.. i cant feel my temples this throbbing entangles she begs at my ankles at feeds on my bowels i cant take this pressure, this timeless adventure something keeps tickling i cant fucking think! 400miles from home i wanna be alone 400miles from home i wanna be alone down and out.. down and out..