a good obsession.

Hole in the floor
twister in the sky
throw your grenade
Were runnning out of lemonade
with no care
The world's being torn apart
from the core
and we just sit here
but not anymore

I gotta good obsession
with the nothingness
of time
you can't change my post-mortom lines
I gotta good obsession
with this life all day
I gotta an enemy
and it's me

We sit here
with nothing to do
just a memory of you
Messin with grandeur minds
Tantalizing altars
and shrines
What do you want from this
You have nothing of mine