Lyrics World War Me – Live With Ourselves

The clock read just a quarter past insane
A second past demented and deranged
A hat trick or two along the way
For wide eyes and Bloody Mary veins

So keep a bottle on the shelf
And a spot reserved in hell

Now tell me how can we live with ourselves
You can’t bury your shame underground
There’s no grave for the pain that you’ve felt
Tell me how can you live with yourself

Throat cut by the feelings of your own
Dissatisfaction
The chemical reaction keeps you vacant
In the solace of your mind
And if I ever had to say goodbye
Don’t bother with the remnants of a broken life
I know
That you’d be better letting go

So keep a bottle on the shelf
And a spot reserved in hell

Now tell me how can we live with ourselves
You can’t bury your shame underground
There’s no grave for the pain that you’ve felt
Tell me how can we live with ourselves

Typically
He keeps his habits in the attic

All my issues can be
Drunk, dramatic and erratic
So I’ll sit and I’ll bleed
Leave me to my fucking habits
And typically
Yeah the world is something tragic
You better listen to me
‘Cause I swear this time I’ve had it

And now tell me how can we live with ourselves
You can’t bury your shame underground
There’s no grave for the pain that you’ve felt
Tell me how can we live with ourselves

Now tell me how can we live with ourselves
You can’t bury your shame underground
There’s no grave for the pain that you’ve felt
Tell me how can we live with ourselves

Tell me how can we live with ourselves
You can’t bury your shame underground
There’s no grave for the pain that you’ve felt
Tell me how can we live with ourselves