Shutdown
American Head Charge
The War Of Art (2001)

the trait that is still
left on the killing floor for you
that smile as he still
itches for killing more of you
the taste as he still
catches me lasting to it
the recoil they still
dream of that lasting spit
are you
shutdown in it
shut my eyes only once
brought me back up for nothing
yet it always seems like...
I live in the shit
I make it bleed
I won't ever quit
I cause the need
lying in my bed
telling me you're scared
of me when I'm god
of me when I'm dead
the temptation still
passes me lying for it only
false reminders still
drown myself trying for it only
reaching upwards still
squashes me under it
it's only god still
seizing my final breath
are you
shutdown in it
shut my eyes only once
brought me back up for nothing
yet it always seems like
I'm drawn into it
I can't belong
such a perfect fit
I won't be wrong
holding on in vain
telling me you're scared
of me when I'm god
love me when I'm dead
I live in the shit
I make it bleed
I won't ever quit
I cause the need
lying in my bed
telling me you're scared
of me when I'm god
of me when I'm dead
love me when I'm god
love me when I'm dead
dead
I don't want to be shutdown.