Ad Pondus Omnium

How many times can we hear the same song
Of lies and deceit and all that's left in between
I've taken every step, walked down every path,
and drove down every street
But we keep coming back to the same place
A dead end block with our names scratched on the pavement
You're the noose around my neck
Choking every fucking breath
Turning your back on every moment
With every promise kept
I'll pick up the pieces that you fucking left
I'll pick up the pieces that you fucking left