"Babyfaced God Of Terror" lyrics

Woke up on top
Now you're trying to connect the dots
But they just keep slipping further off
Like stars into the dawn
And the dreams that ride along
Disintegrate into the morning fog
They feel like someone else's memories
Or some other life forgone

Look around, see everything you've ever wanted
And it only makes you want somebody new

Zone out in your coffee cup
Daydream about running from the cops
Wishing you had a line to that
Little fool you used to be
Oh, and what would you tell him now?
About all you haven't figured out?
Is it knowledge you'd like to drop
Or just some old feeling you'd like to feel?

What you'd do to be back on those feet
A baby-faced god of terror out on the streets

If you're trying to get pissed
There's nothing to it
Take you a look around, you'll find
No shortage of gas to fuel it
And if you're trying to get lifted
That ones easy too
Take the same look around
Is it the landscape
Or is it all in the view?

So you stroll through the breaks
Of this old world that you create
It's just a broken mirror
And the light hits it all kinds of ways
I think they got it skewed
When they came up with that Golden Rule
Could it be don't be a dick to others
Because buddy, they are you

So we'll light up a new life in the morning
See what this here fool of yours can do

If you're trying to get pissed
There's nothing to it
Take you a look around you'll find
No shortage of gas to fuel it
And if you're trying to get twisted
That ones easy too
Put out your hand, ask for a friend
To drop one on you
And if you're trying to get lifted
Yea that ones just a breeze
Take the same look around
It ain't the landscape
Just tell me what you're trying to see