Operation Ivy - Hangin' Out

The bricks, construct, the place in witch I self destruct
My eyes, they see, the zombies limp abreast to me
Structures ascend, channeling wind
We bag for change in the valley witchin

Waste away
Hanging Out

Coffe acid, cigarettes and mathes
Stairway, cafe, were adrift for another day
How far we suprass the nameless mass
In endeavors so meanigless I look for so kind of meaning
All my actions seem so self - defeating

Two friends, some pens, sixty five cents
Real life brings it to an end
How far we suprass the mass, in endeavors so meaningless

Thanks to Matthew Joseph Roche