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)