This is a song about "Same eyes"

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Same game, same blood, same coat on my back

But they both taste the same

Through all the rain and the pain

I accept everyone is the same

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

And trying to start today with arguments

Same clothes for days, same spot for months

I just shake dice

Weaping your fucking eyes

Strolling around, sunlight in my eyes

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

It's same shit everyday, day after day, all the same.

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again