Roaches In The Sink Songtext / Lyric

Roaches in the sink, I'm cooking something dead

She's holding my mistakes up over my head

I'm simmering my meal with utter patience

She's screaming out bleeding verbal mutilations

A fed up Serbian kills Archduke Ferdinand

Unhinging the wrath of millions

Time to drink myself into

Oblivion






Stagger down the hall, open up the door

Ripped up photographs are scattered across the floor

Severed pieces of me

Pieces of my faulty personality

I walk inside the room, She's staring hard in rage

With a stern moral expression

My future's looking

Unpleasant



I can't afford this psychotic trauma pain thing

I can't afford it anymore

I can't afford the overwhelming weirdness



A murderous silence, she stares down at her feet

I take this as a cue, that I'm supposed to speak

In words of heartfelt conviction

And kneel before the priest

For my act of contrition