sounds and rhythms arranged in time bands acrry a concept, then leave it behind day after day, a whirlwind of nothing synthetic feelings dull me to death
at all the latebreak bands drugs are boring, the world's exploding sometimes nothing's ever changing I swore I'd never grow up sick and slowly aging
moving mouths that say nothing open eyes blinking blindly identity crisis fighting for a last glance stuck in traffic without a last chance what will
What is there to do? I'm sick and fucking Tired of sitting on my ass Staring at the headlines Watching the world go by I gotta find a way To make it
you can talk about saving the world you can talk, talk , talk, talk....about it and all the evils of humanity I'm pretty sure you've heard enough about
nos llamen illegal vivimos en povertad nos robarron todo nos dejaron nada nos terrorisan con sus pinchi policias nos tratan como animales servientes del
I'm gonna kick these notes right into the streets where they belong to liven up deadbeats I'm gonna suck the juice out of this life and spit it past the
don't let it get to your head when the girls start screamin and everyone is now your best friend cause the stagelights won't be flashin when you come
at nights when all us weirdo freaks crawl out and have a blast making sense ain't easy the daylight hours can't save us now we'll leave them in the past
and if this life's your canvas don't hesitate to paint you purpose over walls that paint your direction shout the thoughts your world is too scared to
out of focus low on hope am I out of my mind? can you help me? out of answers ran out of reasons am I making any sense? can you help me? so proud to be
the weekend you spend all your time so hard tryin to fit into the fashion show that you've been buyin I'm not gonna fall for the hype I'm gonna last
Traduzione: Falling Sickness. So Good.
Traduzione: Falling Sickness. I'll Be There.
about you it's a game of love and hate pushed back and forth this friendship's an affliction what is it really worth to you? it's such a sick circle
blue Cryin over you And I'm so sick of love songs So tired of tears So done with wishing you were still here Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and
I've got to say I'm not sorry and I don't wanna worry I'm sick of you again I'm thinking no I'm not sorry and I don't wanna worry Of falling behind
's hot She's got no rules make sure she won't be making eyes at you I'll be your sick boy All night long her just become You're my Sick Girl You're just
