Artist: David Mars f/ Eyedea, Impulse Album: Davis Mars Song: Go to Hell Typed by: Steven Medina Eyedea: Now that people give it up I no longer have to steal Now that I can get this numb There's no reason to feel Ive built a rot garden and killed every flower in the field Now where are your day dreams when you need them to be real David Mars: So loosen up the neck tie You'll get em on the next try And drink/dream? for what we are trying to see This is the only time where we can make believe in between the screens of the perfect scene that rises from the darkness Your the one that starts this Impulse: If everybody stays in line There is no need to persuade the vibe They kill themselves in room at night So why do we sustain its life Everyone will gain tonight cuz I know my aim is right between the eyes Putting an end to your surprise Eyedea: Believe me its as easy as rotten apple pie Your drive was fastified and its obvious a clown would laugh then cry Sorry to offend you But I cant pretend to even wanna give a shit about the choices that could end you David Mars: So the vaster that you tend to breathe Is an issue with my self esteem I say you need to be in the path of present that will never last Suicidal thank you man for your wife and dreams and couldn't? cash? I robbed a bank and didn't ask Where the fucks the passion at Impulse: At this point you couldn't break me of my ways Or tell me something you checked the disinterest in my face Put me in my place cuz I'm feeling kinda home sick They label me unstable So I guess I have to own it Chorus Eyedea: So wash your hands clean of the guilt that tends to stick to you Impulse: I understand me enough to know that im getting sick of you David Mars: Until we eliminate this thing we know so well Eyedea: You can do the Impulse: You can do the David Mars: You can do the All 3: Go to hell Eyedea: So wash your hands clean of the guilt that tends to stick to you Impulse: I understand me enough to know that im getting sick of you David Mars: Until we eliminate this thing we know so well Eyedea: You can do the Impulse: You can do the David Mars: You can do the All 3: Go to hell Eyedea: Twenty below Twenty seconds flat another candle light 20 in my pocket looks like PBR in ?Rail? tonight Its funny how everything has meaning if you see it right I have to spread my wings and sing a song in the key of flight David Mars: I invited self loathing to a party full of fingerings They beat the piss out of naked bliss Now no one can miss the happy part I'm torn apart from the naked start Right to the nose to the strangled heart Bank in the name of the picture frame we use to hang so gracefully Impulse: Grab your partner by the hand Tear the heart in half and laugh If I didn't (paint or hang) the stars you left Id want your autograph Remember this night Take a photograph and frame it Hang it on your wall and name it the day you stopped complaining Eyedea: Whats this I understand why your upset They drained all the blood from your brain and painted you love sick I get it and I'm sorry if you think ruining my day would take the pain away and some how magically make you feel ok David Mars: Impossible is not far away When (entitled words or tidal waves) come out to play You say the blood in your veins are stained from the caffeine and the nicotine But hey little angel child I got this stick of dynamite To open up your magic wings and crack the mirror of vanity Impulse: For petes sake You call that a clean slate You just sweep under the rug and then call it a day So call it half essence or lack of passion But I'm in no position to give advice and then cash it Chorus Eyedea: So wash your hands clean of the guilt that tends to stick to you Impulse: I understand me enough to know that im getting sick of you David Mars: Until we eliminate this thing we know so well Eyedea: You can do the Impulse: You can do the David Mars: You can do the All 3: Go to hell Eyedea: So wash your hands clean of the guilt that tends to stick to you Impulse: I understand me enough to know that im getting sick of you David Mars: Until we eliminate this thing we know so well Eyedea: You can do the Impulse: You can do the David Mars: You can do the All 3: Go to hell