Murs Lyrics
"Anneurysm"

(Verse 1: Slug)

...And then the vain start to pop from the blood

Pushed away from the heart

Patience, I need more, as my temper becomes tempted

To up and down on this seesaw

I should escape, I should disappear

Its gettin clear, crystal clear

I'm in a bad position here

I gave you power, gave you control

But you had to play the role

Reckless with the treasure that you hold

There isn't much as unsatisfying

as the blind man listening

Believing in the one that's lying

Hide the crying, tears in the pocket

A fool for the interlude that introduced the moshpit

Exhausted by the storm, before the calm

Holding on to a memory, keeping it warm within my palm

Wake up, Time Bomb, the clock is ticking

Shot the gift and all you got's a pot to piss in and some wrong decisions

And here you are again, emotions in your hand

Like your powerless, an innocent victim of circumstance

Tell me that it hurts again

Tell me that it weighs you down

Tell me that you need me

And I'll tell you that I hate you now

FUCK YOU, you don't know what you need

And this is the last time I tell you

Next time I'm gonna leave

I can't watch your destruction

I can't trust your judgement

I swear to God your better then this

I wish you'd quit those drugs, bitch

(Slug and Murs)

High or low, hot and cold, took the wheel, lost control

Good and bad, wrong or right, die or live a longer life

Stop and go, in and out, touch and feel, scream and shout

Back and forth, up and down, off the course, fuck it now

(Chorus: Sung by Slug and Murs: Repeat 2X)

I can't sleep now. life keeps me awake.

(Verse 2: Murs)

Now here I stand, at the threshold of anger

A pathway-- to which I am no stranger

Danger lurks the other side, once I cross, I black out

And I start to act out, act my age, act my color

Act a fool, actin' other then myself (in a way)

Quick, to the shelf, and dusted of the AK

i walk with no reason, America's demon

I reside and hide in the beast underneath

A inch of flesh and skull, if the brain vain pops

Might become a vegetable, so I take the stress in full

Pull hard on a cigarette

thinking that an aneurysm might just be a quicker death

I flick the Red and keep in step

Figure stress to make you blow your brains out

From the inside, without the double barrel

Blood bubble, eyes narrow

Vains bulged from the forehead

More trouble than it's worth

gray matter goes red so I pause for my head

two fingers to my temple as the tempo increases

not for peace, but a piece as in cold steel

I hold still, clutch...

Want to cock back, bust and thrust this pressure from my head

Before my brain starts to flush

Hush, you hear that? It's the voices that's talking

Squalkin, mocking, got me stopping, twitchin and itchin

To get into some shit then--- (scream)

Head spinnin, they winnin, blendin, evil would say

it bendin' my wheel sendin a chill till I...

(Chorus 6X)