The Honorary Title Properly Balanced lyrics

Small bolts of blood shoot across
The circumference, of his, of his eyes
The smells of fish, piss, puke and garbage
Sidewalk cooking, underneath the sunrise

It's getting old now
It's getting old now
It's getting old

Don't call me
When you're moods are properly balanced
'Cause I was there now
For the worst part of it

Conjured confidence walks the sidewalk
Holding his breath as the garbage truck passes by
His breath now breathes unfullfilment
Which for a moment he just pushes aside

It's getting old now
It's getting old now
It's getting old

Instincts read the buckling seams
And stitches over the wealth of
The healthy and the uninterested

Don't call me when you're moods
Are properly balanced

'Cause I was there now
For the worst part of this

Don't call me when you're moods
Are properly balanced
'Cause I was there now
For the worst part of this

I twitch and cling to these, these images
That I foreseen I jump at any noise
That the night, the night will brings

I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna hear
I don't wanna hear it anymore
I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna hear
I don't wanna hear it anymore

Conjured confidence walks the sidewalk
Holding its breath as it all passes by
You know, as it all passes by

I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna hear
I don't wanna hear it anymore
I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna hear
I don't wanna hear it anymore