Lyrics that shadow keeps following me - The Blunt Force Trauma

A victim of his birth
A victim of the universe
Just can't find the words
That will cure me from the curse
But I'm not so sure
I'm ready to leave your leather purse
When things start to turn
It always seems to be for the worse

A victim of t-shirts
A victim of everything that hurts
Buried in the dirt
Dehydrate in the desert
Can't put it in reverse
Just keep heading forward and pray things work
I could never be a nurse
Too many thoughts in need of disperse
I hate to be a jerk
But we all stopped listening after the first verse

A victim of her worth
A victim of her time on the earth
Catholic church will flirt
With hundred dollar bills & free perverts

Predetermined eulogies
Of cardboard cutout misery
That shadow keeps following me
Eyes telling secrets i can't read
Self fulfilling prophecies
Of biblical snakes & ladders parodies
That shadow keeps nagging at me
Suburban commando trying not to get free
How dare you call to have us
Filled up with vitamins & thieves
That shadow keeps staring at me
45 revolvers pointed at your knees