Strumenti
Ensembli
Opera
Compositori
Esecutori

Testo: Count The Hours. We Don't Care. A Clean, Well-Lighted Place.


Its not all just black and white anymore, there?s that ugly shade of grey. Sometimes I wish I didn?t have a heart and a soul, because there?s no risk in not hurting at all. Maybe then my eyes wouldn?t grow so old. I think its just my nature to realize the evil in everything and everyone. I envy those who sing a song much more sincere than mine. No one will ever give a shit about a kid with fear in his heart and hope in his eyes. I guess that?s how it is, life isn?t a fairy tail, and if it were, I?d fuck it up. I?m running backwards in a race I cannot win. I lost my conscience long ago. I?m in this shit for myself. Ive found that a life worth living is one where everyone else is content, and you?re fucking miserable. So take your best shot and then fail because from the start you?re not good enough
Count The Hours