Woke up with a glass lung

To go along with my lead tongue

Face down on the back stairs

Bottles everywhere

Time bomb on the main street

Broken love in the backseat

I stare from the window

At the world below

If i could cut these ties

Leave all these sins behind me

I'd be a better man

I need a new ritual

One more sip of whiskey

To go along with my chipped teeth

Curled up on the front lawn

To forget she's gone

Burn down like a maestro

I'm american psycho

I sleep on the concrete

Now i need

I need a new ritual

Lord knows I've felt this way before

Way too many times broken on the floor

If i could break these chains

Leave my past behind me

Id be a better man

I need a new ritual