The Curb Testo

I need my head to shake or nod
My voice to whisper with
I need to hurt
I need a god
My hands to make a fist
I was hoping that you'd come to save me
I was told that you once cared
I never want to find the answers
I never want to have to share
I want it all
I need it all
I'm part of it all
I hate it all
It doesn't have to be like this
Ot doesn't have to be this way
Against the gods