Lletres: 50 Lions. Nowhere To Run. El Rollo.

Your just a voice in my head, suits me fine, your not really there, so blend back in.
Same old bullshit, more bad news, i don't need to here it.

Your just a voice in my head, suits me fine, your not really there, so blend back in.
Same old bullshit, more bad news, i don't need to here it.

Think i owe you a fucking thing, your out of your mind.
Picked myself up off the ground, nothing more than wasted time.

Theres nothing left to say, theres nothing left to do.
The way i see this, WERE SO FUCKING THROUGH..

Theres nothing left to say, theres nothing left to do.
The way i see this, were so fucking through.

Fuck you!