I need some enemies to scream about
I need some victims of IEDs
I need the inspiration coming from depression
'Till it's bumming me out, to get some words out of me
I need my mom to feel like she's gonna die
I need the death of the honey bee
I need more helicopter accidents
The Christians pushing abstinence, to get some creativity
Well, nothings sacred anymore
No, nothings sacred at all
I need a war, just to fall asleep tonight
I need a heart attack, and a city burning
To make this come out right
No, I need a fuckin' war
Need some bodies piled high
No more easygoing, need some lyrics flowin'
To make this come out right
It's been five years since an album
