I wasted my life for the slogan, For a land so lost and broken Heavy like a word that goes unspoken, Hit me now, cuz I'm wide open Don't give me words
Anyone can sit around and complain. Watch all your love going down the drain. Well I won't be the one to get in the way. I'm packing all my things and
No more time left to cry Kiss our old life goodbye All this time we've been asleep But each new day brings changes with the breeze Ginger is freedom
Got off the bus, without a fuss, Quickly, as we ran, you came and held my hand. We stepped in time, talked out in rhyme, The things you can't replace
Our anger brought us together Your anger tore us apart You never had a father You never had a heart I don't ever hate you I just feel sorry These last
I take a look at you and I see what you're doing but you know my intention It's your obstructed view from all of that ass that ass you've been kissing
I never said I was a prophet I never said I could stop it I wasn't sent here to steal the fear from your heart God knows I didn't fall from heaven He
Only fifteen percent have half a brain in their heads Only fifteen percent realize what's been said You're late for an evolution You've missed it by
My soul is empty Maybe it's the hugs Maybe it's the drugs Maybe it's all of the above I am so tired Maybe it's you Maybe it's me Maybe it's the shit on
Are you sleeping well tonight, while the fire burns on the hillsides? And the flames, they taste in seven different places, while we reside here with
It's guns and butter on Sunday and arguments on Monday We're broke and it's not payday It's the first so happy May day I'm too busy to worry about the
The existential vacuum is on Suck, sucking making us numb Can you feel it stuck on your sleeves Eating your friends, stealing the air you breathe Conscience
it working for you? Cuz it's not working for me, no it never will, no it never will... Get back on that dead horse and ride, get back on that dead horse
My first name will be the last thing that you hear, when I walk, I walk away. Skies will fall and kings will crawl, and nothing you say will make things
Traducció: El programa del Mort. Crash My Space.
Traducció: El programa del Mort. Fer una ullada.
Traducció: El programa del Mort. Assenyalar amb el dit.
