Testi:
Bad

My faith is only here in jest. Inside: the same spiraling stupor. I can't help but think that this all will end with me letting myself down. I get used

These streets are paved with bloody asphalt And all roads lead to the capital The people stand there holding their hands out And they're begging for

You're too young to let this city destroy you And you're too old to be afraid. Don't believe the hype; we've so much left to live for. You're much too

My frustration is a product of biotic routine, And so is the faith that puts you down on your knees. You can sail that ship the width of oceans and sounds

This room revolves at 33 RPMs And this broken record is all I?ve got These crooked walls are all I have left to protect me From the pain that waits outside

I'll greet the sun today, barely standing on my own two feet. But if there's a truth to find: I will find it. I've seen saints become abandonment and

that will take you home, Even though I'm not the one that gave you the stone, All your DAYS alone, I could make you moan, Everybody know I got more bounce than the ounce, Bad

think you'll hitch a ride, better be careful. If you think you can do it boy, go ahead and try. Bad cat. Bad cat. Bad cat. Baby's got a brand-new car

My mind's like a cheap hotel With loathing memories A cockroach hell Descent in rage Let this pleague invade Neurotic beasts in black Comes to