Interpret:

AFI

Album:

Answer That And Stay Fashionable

Too much to find, 
so much so little time. 
So many images persist to shade my mind. 
Will I ever come around or will I just hit the ground? 
Will I still be standing when it all comes down? 
Why can't I seem to sort it out? 
Why am I always filled with doubt? 
So many people everywhere, 
so self absorbed without a care. 
Of their viral lives, 
I'd like to bleed them all. 
When all is drained, who shall hold? 
When mindless bodies screw tortured souls, 
will somebody be there to catch me when I fall? 
Why can't I seem to sort it out. 
Why am I always filled with doubt. 
How could I always be so blind? 
Why can't I figure it out. 
I could always hope for change, 
could always hope to rearrange. 
But why not just abandon hope and tear it all apart now?