Yea I turned 21 in prison locked up at night

Now I walk around free seems like another life

Another roll with some other dice

Another ho or a loving wife

People come and go some really you never know

Intellectual midgets that really never grow

Fake love that holds on like"can I hold you though?"

And old friends will look at you like "yo, yea I told you so"

A toast to the broken hearted

Who never finished what they fuckin started

People who go out and try to be a rebel at night

Try to make up for the fact that they settled in life

It's like a fight between the devil & Christ over the limelight

Spiritual celebrity boaker

But the whole deck is full of jokers

And every year that you get older

The stakes get higher

Gambling with a bunch of fakes and liars

Real talk 'cause the real New York

Is the pain and the suffering of lost love

Staring off into the distance in the midst of the club

Depression and emptiness that lead to suicide

And the struggle inside of yourself that keeps you alive

Survived and medicated stalked by sobriety

The life that you live now tortured by memories violently

I pray in sodomy that one day you could be forgiven

For murdering the beautiful world we used to live in

[Chorus]

Crimes of the heart [2X]

Love...doesn't need a complicated metaphor

And sometimes nothing needs to be said at all

Sometimes a person you with is not your one and only

And you just fuck with them because you afraid to be lonely

And when you come back its too late

So you overcompensate

Like victims of rape

Full of self hate

Lost in the affection to strangers around you

Instead of the only person that ever gave a fuck about you

Thought you were happy so you didn't come check me

But then when he cheated or treated you incorrectly

You conveniently realized you could never forget me

And tried to crawl back in my life unexpectedly

These are my indictments

Of those who claim to be righteous

And leave a trail of broken hearts on their way to enlightment

But I cant give into hatred or pass judgment

Even towards every allusion I've been in love with

'cause the heart that portrays itself willingly

Is like a nation that trades freedom for stability

Its so seductive to be cold and corrupted and isolated and try to be an independent republic

But liberty to be loved on the surface is worthless

The sacrifice of revolution with no purpose

Take it from a criminal searching for his redemption

Cursing at God desperately trying to get his attention

[Chorus]

Crimes of the heart [2x]

Looking for the shining light

Who's it gonna be? Who'll walk the line with me tonight?

Round we go (won't cross?) climbing through the endless night

Who's it gonna be? Who'll walk the line with me this time? (me this time oooh oooh oooh)

Climbing through the endless night (endless night, endless night)