11.S.O.S.

Whats left to drain me?
Punks and freak they all hate me
Squares dare to understand
Do you know what you're talking about?

Help me ruin you
You got to bleed just to make them feel
Just when you think you got it figured out
Well blow the smoke right into your face
Loads of shrapnel full of fear and sincere emptiness spell it
out
L o n e l i n e s s s. o. s.