Time Mispent

When you wake up in the morning and wash the bloodstains from your eyes

Do you immediately start looking for someone to criticize

Before you let the sun in before you raise the blinds

Are you already putting people down and messing with their minds

Did you ever have a lover who could make you feel alive

Or are you a sports car in a salvage yard that's lost its will to drive

Are you making fun of saints and angels at the altar of the sun

I swear you spend so much time on hatred

It's a wonder

That you ever get anything done