I don't need diamond rings or highpriced suits that shine. Limosines and flashy things or ancient bottled wine. Designer names and lavish things and million dollar hair.
Bring it on. You say a lot of things. A lot of things you never do. Who'd want too be like you. And I really don't give a shit about the world. That job's for you.
Bring it on. You say a lot of things. A lot of things you never do. Who'd want too be like you. And I really don't give a shit about the world. That job's for you.
We don't know what to believe. We only go by the t.v.. I don't know but I will fight. I won't let my brothers die. . Stand up. Stand tall. All for one and one for all.
There's something about the way we fit. There's something about this psycho trip. There's something about the way we groove. Something's got me and I just can't seem to choose.
Backed out to save yourself. But again left out again. Bailed for the whole to see. Now you better watch out for me. . Bastard. . Bastard you hear what I said.
I'm not satisfied. But I'm done apologizing. No more compromise. No more compromising. . So go on and criticize. 'Cause' I've done the best that I can.
There's something about the way we fit. There's something about this psycho trip. There's something about the way we groove. Something's got me and I just can't seem to choose.
Thoughts of prison lying in my bed. Over visions dosing in my head. I've already lost much more. Than you could take from me. . I've already been much more.
Another day goes by. And I don't understand or know the reasons why. I'm looking for a change in life. But another day goes by. . Here we go again. . It's today.
Fuck it!. I'm fucked in the head. Form the dirt you fed. Now I'm back from the dead. Don't try to reason with me. You'll get nowhere fast and your gonna be sorry.
Round and round. You're turning me inside out. You're burning me down, down, down. You're spilling me to the ground. You're killing me. . This ain't no one night stand.
Let's go back to the start. Like it use to be. Before you fell apart. And you blamed it on me. Back when you were my friend. Do you remember back then.
We share this shimmering black pain. Our pride and joy in suffering. Hüzün, hüzün I call your name. I know you know we are the same. . He wants it all.