Testi:
Bad Religion The New America

You were the one, you were my everything never apart, no one in-between then one day, when you went your own way you felt justified, and I was mortified

It could happen to you, a defect from the wasted outskirts of los angeles with a crumpled-up pass for the RTD and no authority or trajectory on the brink

I love my computer you make me feel alright every waking hour and every lonely night I love my computer for all you give to me predictable errors and

go as obstacles get bigger, prevailing winds blow stronger and the fire continues to grow don't let shallow water limit your perception heed the new horizon

I don't want to live in a world without melody sometimes the rhythmic din of society is too much for me but purpose is prioritized these days, the goal

The silent stray inertia No burden on my back No determinance, no ballast No chance of looking back It doesn't matter what's ahead It's time I'll hit

Shut your eyes, see the future's distant shore march ahead more enlightened than before and there's sure to be bumps and distractions but I know we'll

A rhapsody! contestants in disguise a nation of desire but who will win the prize? the people stand united, reluctantly aligned copying and lying are

Come on! It could happen to you A defect From the wasted outskirts of Los Angeles With a crumpled up pass for the R.D.D. And no authority or trajectory