| Leftbehinds | from the CD "conXious" |
| Leftbehinds They shut down my electric supply Now I'm here in the dark of the night In the morning the sun sets up in the sky And I see the glass of the broken windows scattered On the floor Tear the papers off the wall Fingernails in dripping dirt Nails under my feet when I walk on broken glass Hidden treasures in the dungeon A washing machine pumping on Old mattress ripped to pieces Broken home Leftbehinds don't mean nothing to me They don't mean nothing All the things I gathered in these years I don't need them anymore Leftbehinds don't mean nothing to me They don't mean nothing This is the time to leave it all behind Many things I’ve lost I can't count the loss that I carry within Spit it out and leave it Tear the papers off the wall Fingernails in dripping dirt Nails under my feet when I walk on broken glass back |