Fall
American Head Charge
The War Of Art (2001)

pathetic sympathies
left for the bloody at heart
everything fades to shit
everything tears me apart
caustic insecurities
surface above the withheld
every time I need
everything I want
aesthetic disguises
confuse easier tasks
underlying doubts
and my direction dies
everything's right up in your face
everyone's right up in front
push me against the wall
but still you can't make me fall
you can't make me fall
separate your mouth
scrape away
prosthetic misery
idiosyncratic
pushing me to never
hold my breath
everything's right up in your face
everyone's right up in front
push me against the wall
but still you can't make me fall
you can't make me fall
separate your mouth
scrape away your skin
I don't like you at all.