Good People
Connor Haines, Michael Demko, Eli Truitt
Flowing In the wind
Laying on my chest
My gut sinks
Did you forget about me?
Or are you just too fucking dense?
And I can still feel you on my skin
You’re like a predator to its prey
We find no peace
You’ll find no peace without
Me
Good People are always so sure that they’re right
My front door is my tombstone
There is no love but I love the illusion
It’s no surprise
I’m a sore sight for eyes
Wake up Mr. West
There’s a hole in my chest
To match the little one in my head
Accessory to murder
Isolate me
Isolate me
Lock the god damn door
Isolate me
Underneath the floor
Isolate me
You’re not safe anymore
Sad kid from San Jose
Tried to make a fool out of me
He took two shots to the face
His medicine had a bad taste
Now he’s just a fucking waste
Now I gotta go and
Isolate