World War Me - Live With Ourselves lyrics

The clock read just quarter past insane The second [?] and it rained A half [?] along the way For my eyes [?] A far cry from the man that we once knew The finite is trying to make it through A white lion, a moral black and blue So I can move So keep a bible 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 a crack through the pain that you felt Tell me how can you live with yourself throat cut by the viewings of your own Dissatisfaction The chemical reaction keeps you vacant In the solace of your mind And if I ever had to say goodbye [?] [?] I know That you’d be better letting go So keep a bible 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 the crack through the pain that you felt Tell me how can we live with ourselves Typically (He keeps his habits in the attic) Hypocritically (He never minds, asymptomatic) Intuition can be (It’s laced with something tragic) So he shakes and he bleeds (Unaware, I’m problematic) All my issues can be [?] dramatic and erratic So I’ll sit and I’ll play Leave me to my [?] habits And typically Yeah the world is a bit 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 the crack through the pain that you felt Now tell me how can we live with ourselves