Tank Runs Dry Songtext

A collection of disdain to rub in my face
boast what you have, it's going to break your fall
set in motion and the bottom's out
keep heading straight for that fucking wall
using up more than my patience

I'm not impressed by your ability to consume
your skills at usage and your pride in waste
the well runs dry and that look on your face
the nothing you have and the nothing you became