Ignite - All worse for you

Your pain is your pillow
You sleep on it at night
You cuddle up to it
You clutch it tight
Cuz you know
Without it you're nothing
It gives you the strength
To face another rain
Get out of bed
Get up and complain
Lament the loss of feelings
You know you never had

You rehtoric is your drug
For dogmatic kicks
You cop any idelogy dealer
For your next verbal fix
Cuz you know
Without it you're nothing
It gives you the strength
To face another rain
Get out of bed
And put words in your vein
Your words all love the little man
They make you out to be

Your tongue has so much integrity
Too bad about your mind
Turn around quickly
And maybe you'll find
Your other side coming around
To catch up with you
Your feeble rebellions
Could never match up with you
I've wasted my breath again
All the worse for you