Un-thought of Heros - Against Me!

Where are we going to be
It's getting so hard to remember to feel
Struggling more and more to recall six minutes worth of a dream you forgot when you woke up
Died-in-the-wool to last for the sake of
Christ you ask What am I to do
Who is there to trust with one leg already six feet deep
Fighting the current of man's existence of the conciousness you can't f**king grasp
To give or to take for yourself
Another night spent in silent rage set against
Set against yourself
Un-thought of heros
Poured out and flowing over at the same time bottled up then pissed out
Company of misery introspect of the fool to your dreams you shed a distant effort
While you rid the sense of mobility and shatter all that could set you free
Never could set your hands on comfort in the wars end being your own personal revenge
Yet escaping every sense of consequence
No this is nothing personal this is just who
I am Another night spent in silent rage set against
Set against yourself
Un-thought of heros