woke up with a glass lung
to go along with my lead tongue
face down on the back stairs
bottles everywhere
time bomb on the main street
broken love in the backseat
i stare from the window
at the world below
if i could cut these ties
leave all these sins behind me
i'd be a better man
i need a new ritual
one more sip of whiskey
to go along with my chipped teeth
curled up on the front lawn
to forget she's gone
burn down like a maestro
I'm american psycho
i sleep on the concrete
now i need
i need a new ritual
lord knows I've felt this way before
way too many times, broken on the floor
if i could break these chains
leave my past behind me
id be a better man
i need a new ritual