Our New Favorite

You now awake on your favorite
 The old familiar used up fix
 Cracked up from the crowded ...
 Of the apparel
 And you a plan, a scam of scandals
 House that empty contraband
 Such a sad shame we got nothing for their slaughter
 How can we say we seen the light
 When we're only out at night
 In some over crowded room
 Waiting for our time to loose
 While on the make, our new favorite
 Lost his grip and fell from grace
 As some brand new keep came creeping towards the altar
 We kept safe, we just gave up
 Chalk one up for our good taste
 Such a sad thing when you've got nothing to offer
 And in the black hole of our eyes
 There's no heat and there's no light
 Just an over crowded room, waiting for its turn to loose