Fucking Up from (AU) by Thomas Erak & The Ouroboros

Kill the headlights, cut the engine!
(Can you), identify yourself!?
License and registration...
(Can you), identify yourself?

The unexplainable outcome.
You’re keeping tabs on a lost cause.
(I gotta come up with an alibi,)
I gotta see to believe,
(Not everything that they tell you,
Is worth every word you read,
And every white lie...)
Sometimes the critics wanna,
bury the truth,
and bury their words,
and bury your worth,
under the waves,
and the weight of the pressure gauge...

The shattered pieces of what it once was,
(A cracked windshield that reminds us,
Tempered glass couldn’t stop my hand,)
I lost my head while my fist just bled, bled, bled.
For taking off, for letting go, for shutting down, For being strong, and telling me to get gone.
(For sticking it out, when I just kept fucking up!)
I didn’t know what I had, I don’t know what I’ve become!

(For sticking it out, when I just kept fucking up. I didn’t know what I had, I don’t know what I’ve become.) BECOME!!!

I JUST KEEP FUCKING IT UP!!!
I JUST KEEP FUCKING ALL THIS UP!!!

• Albany