Pushing Air

Pushing, pushing air, with my bla, bla, bla, bla scope

Pile my bullshit so high you don't need a telescope

Feeling like a failure, flying high in the sky

Everybody wonder why, but the mmmost is I

But the mmmost is I, but the mmmost is I

I'm a good guy I know it, so why do I blow it

I wanna be good to you, but don't know how to show it, show it

Deep, deep in the dark, dark, of my twisted mind

I hard wired myself, for this bubble that causes my trouble

The black dog howl and snaps, when I thought I'd out run it