Your songs all sound the same,
Silently listening,
Is this a dream?
Trapped like a fly destroying yourself with your own lies,
Anticipating the end cause you're out of time,
Empty and spreading like a disease,
left for dead and begging God, God please,
The response only simple, 4 small words, "every man for himself."
Followed by
"Fuck you, and get out."
As I try to stay calm,
I feel myself slipping, I feel myself wishing, I feel myself losing,
The battle between wrong and right.
My heads a perfect storm, but the weather man said the sun is chilly,
And cold.
What are these words but forgotten tongue, acid's in the air, can this war be won?
What is the price we pay for loss of control?
red is the pace we've set but do not know.
You are the break in my back,
I am the worm in your trap.
As I try to stay calm,
I feel myself slipping, I feel myself wishing, I feel myself losing,
The battle between wrong and right.
My heads a perfect storm, but the weather man said the sun is chilly,
And cold.
What are these words but forgotten tongue, acid's in the air, can this war be won?
What is the price we pay for loss of control?
red is the pace we've set but do not know.
You are the break in my back,
I am the worm in your trap.
Are we slaves of fate,
fatal attraction, attractive today,
black out, left out, both ways crossed out,
Cold and bitter, restful in the summer,
This place is like no other, so no wonder why people try to fight peace, but stumble and sufferer,
disabling yourself by forced infection, you fall under the pressure of the system,
lonesomely contradicting the past, is there a point in salvaging what's left?
Are we slaves of fate,
fatal attraction, attractive today,
black out, left out, both ways crossed out,
Cold and bitter, restful in the summer,
This place is like no other, so no wonder why people try to fight peace, but stumble and sufferer,
disabling yourself by forced infection, you fall under the pressure of the system,
lonesomely contradicting the past, is there a point in salvaging what's left?
