Losing Streak Lyrics

A beat down bastard will bite, contrary to common belief.
The broken man gains power through grief.

The ate-up Asshole.

Day after day, without a break, an encompassing failure of fucking mistakes.
Existence is shot, you get what you bought.

Only time will tell how low you'll go; it's a stench that the crows know.

Volatile like gasoline,
It's a pain, or a yearning, nestled somewhere in between.
Last call-one more-drink until you hit the floor.

Had enough of playing the fool-
Explicit transformation arriving in its purest form.
Blood is piss and vinegar.

The chips are always down, the deck is never hot.
Going through the motions like a goddamn robot.
The tides are getting ready to turn.

Loaded, in the red, on 95.
The red and blues got a hard-on for you.

You cannot kill what's been destroyed.
One thing is for certain you won't be like the rest,
Some Asshole said it best.
The darkest parts thrive, should you choose to close your eyes.
If at first you don't succeed, none of this means shit to me,
The chainsaw kiss good bye.
Fuming like a bullshit,
Stinging like a split lip.
Fake it till you make it, and you look like a cunt.

That liquor got you feeling right at home as you gain speed, edging to the point of destruction.

Shifting into first,
The next ride is a hearse,
Sun is on horizon shining ending to a curse.
The end is growing near,
Fading is the fear,
And finally it's here.
There's beauty in simplicity the goddamn point of arrival.
The drop off is ahead,
A final push for dead.
We regret to inform you (x2)