Travis T
The world is a vampire sucking everybody’s blood,
welcome to the party, my name is m m m m mud.
And all I ever wanted was everyone to get along,
I thought it would be simple, I was infinitely wrong.
You know, like rainbows, and puppies, and kittens,
but that aint the real world, who the fuck was I kidding?
I just want to be a kid again, back before the nonsense,
I guess I’ll be the man with the Peter Pan complex.
I stand alone with my idealistic concepts,
I used to plead the Fifth, but now I’m pleading no contest.
I can’t take it anymore and so I’m faking it,
make the same mistakes and stay focused on the negative.
Dig my own grave and then proceed to go and lay in it,
how would I know the time when I don’t even know what day it is.
Work hard, play hard, just isn’t in my plan,
work as little as you have to, play as much as you can.
I’m trying to stay out of trouble while trying to have fun,
all I need’s a good woman, so why do I want the bad ones?
Times are changing, I’m growing less handsome,
my father’s got grandsons, Pablo’s got a handgun.
Damn son, the planet’s not safe,
better surround yourself with those who got faith.
I'll drink to that, hell I'll drink to anything,
I do this to myself, so please don't even try and pity me.

Chorus
Time moves forward, rivers run dry,
buildings collapse, and planets collide.
I manage to put my better judgment aside,
and just keep on burying myself alive.

Travis T
Every dog has his day, and that’s it, that’s all you get,
and the world keeps spinning, just a big ball of shit.
Everyone knows best and everyone’s a critic,
and everything intriguing is probably a gimmick.
Everyone’s a sniper and everyone’s a target,
I’d sell my soul like that, but there’s no market.
Everyone is special and everyone’s a winner,
and everybody’s trying to eat each other’s hearts for dinner.
Nothing is sacred and no one can be trusted,
if you ask me, I’d say the golden rule has gotten rusted.
With the way that I’m living, it's too early to tell,
whether stairway to heaven or highway to hell.
Walked the thin line of limbo from the time that I was born,
playing ring toss with a halo on the devil's horns.
A man wiser than I said ignorance is bliss,
so pass me the motherfucking blue pill Morpheus.
The red pill is getting harder to swallow,
and our so-called leaders are getting harder to follow.
Am I a role model? It’s hard not to laugh,
as I drink a whole bottle and hold on to the past.
Move at full throttle, so I’m either gonna crash,
or I’m gonna sputter out cause I’m running out of gas.
I’m running out of cash and I’m running out of options,
running out of answers, and running from my problems.