Dirthouse

I found a peice of What i want to find I got a taste of What's on the outside I feel it pounding I feel it bending I feel it breaking Breaking inside me I got Not yet Smash my Fucking fist (my frustration) My body, my mind, my soul, and my life So far, so near, so hard, so clear My body, my mind, my soul, and my life Too far to go, too high, too low Killing me inside Take a drink forget Chemical passion Drowning my defect I feel it pounding I feel it bending I feel it breaking All that is perfect I got Not yet Smash my Fucking fist (my frustration) My body, my mind, my soul, and my life So far, so near, so hard, so clear My body, my mind, my soul, and my life Too far to go, too high, too low Frustrated, frustrated...