Fight for your country. Fight for your life. Days are numbered. Soon dismembered. . Ultracore, ultracore. We don't wanna die in your fucking war. Ultracore, ultracore.
If there's one thing that I can't explain. Is why the world has to have so much pain. With all the ways of communicating. We can't get in touch with who we're hating.
Several times I've tried. Everything to make you feel alright. (Turn it around). Is anything working?. (Turn it around). . Several times I've died inside.
You never used to care for fancy new obsession. You never used to have a reason to be bored. Now you indulge yourself with new ways of possession. And now you indulge yourself and your feelings are ignored.
I'm down again. And I don't know how to tell you. But maybe this time I can't come back. 'Cause I might be too far down. . I wish for real. That I could turn it on and off.
Well, you get up every morning. And you see it's still the same. All the floors and all the walls. And all the rest remains. . Nothing changes fast enough.
Don't give up. Don't give up. Don't let go. Don't give up. Don't let go, don't let go. Don't let up. . In your bed. Don't give up. Don't let go. Don't give in.
There's a girl who lives on Heaven Hill. I go up to her cabin still. She keeps a lantern lit for me. And a bottle up on her mantelpiece. . She's the girl who lives on Heaven Hill.
You think you've made it to the top 'cause people know your name. Still the same. . Your daydreams are forever, you better get your shit together for a new game.
Well, I see you walking down the road. And the thoughts within my mind explode. But having to hold back taught me a lot about control. And letting all loose at once.
I see the sun and I see the calendar. The days go floating by so slowly in a blur. I read the numbers and I discard everyone. I burn my fingers on the pages of the sun.
Don't participate, be lethargic. You're a hypocrite, you're the target. . You've seen it all before. You think it's passe. You listen to the same fucking records.
Sunshine came softly through my window today. Could've tripped out easy but I've changed my ways. It'll take time I know it but in a while. You're gonna be mine and I know it, we'll do it in style.
1. . Strange week. Strange week. Strange week. Strange week. . Strange week. Strange week. Strange week. Strange week. . Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday.
Looking outside my window. All I see is gray. I'm watching the clouds roll by every day. . And we make a reservation. You say you'll be on time. I say, "I might be a little late".
There was no one all around. There was no one there but me. I was staring out a window. I was standing by the sea. . The waves kept on repeating. Each one crashing to the shore.
Time heals, time goes on and. Time really flies. Time hurts and time can cut you. Cut you down to size. . There's no need to touch you now, no. Well, I'm doing fine.
Searching for the truth but all I ever find is lies. Trying to find identity but I just find a disguise. Looking at the nightmare when I try to see the dream.
Something I learned today. Black and white is always gray. Looking through the windowpane. I'm not inside your brain, your brain. . Something I learned today.