Headhaunter
Scumbag Blues
Listen to me, please, I hate to open with this news/
But I'm not just not one you've seen without those rosy tinted hues/
The truth, I'm holding with a spoon.. I'm no knight in shining armor/
I don't dive inside the darkness, you won't cry goodbye on harbors/
And no tears for the dearly departed, never existed/
I've been so weird in the fear of the awkward tension that's building/
The ceiling feels so low, and the spacing out is permanent/
The waning sounds of words you spent are racing out the firmament/
I'm sure you meant well, I turn deaf and blind on a dime/
With nickel plated skin I doll her up to hide her inside/
I find a good time in excess, this scumbag only holds sewage/
Skull inside the clouds, the sky, headbutt a brand new hole through it/
So I can hibernate, draped in vines that hide the state/
Of mental wellness, never felt this place, slide out and drive away/
Behind me, off the lot Ferrari's, crash, jam packing the ditches/
As this arsonist takes his shelter at more flammable bridges/

I'm not being insincere, you can - you can do much better than me/
(scumbag blues)the truth is that I'm nowhere near the person you see/
I'm just a sliver of the subject at hand/
A dumb, disembodied head that's buried under the sand/

There's no message to decode, I'm just a piece of shit/
It's no secret in sequences that repeat ad infinitum/
I don't mean to be overly dramatic, no over seas combatant/
Peeling back the scabs that form up there, in hopes you see the damage/
I just want you to know that I'm prone to phoning it in/
With the bones so broken I folded them so they poke through the skin/
So you could nurse me back to health, self-arsonist/
I took my jarred brain off the shelf, melt all of it/
There's no mask or make-up, make believe man made myth/
Or exaggeration painted in a bad light, you can't fake this/
I'm a dick, I've got a slew of better things to do/
Than try to win your heart, plucking on those little strings in tune/
One millimeter fuse, I ride a cannonball to work/
An anti-social loser doomed, to pack and travel in reverse/
Lungs full of green-ish fumes that wilt the plants, you shouldn't breathe/
Just completely forget about this, you're too good for me/