Testo: Dover. I Was Dead For 7 Weeks In The City Of Angels. The Weak Hour Of The Rooster.

I lost another day
i never meant to be sad
but i lost it again
they're changing the chords
they're making it worse
i'm losing it all
Don't you seek for a friend?
they never wait 'till the end
they leave anyway
they're changing the chords
they're making it worse
we're losing it all
I woke up with the rooster
played loud and drove 'em insane
i can't let go
they hurt me
come back
and save me again!
If you're gonna go
then please let it show
i won't trade my mind
for some other life
i rather be dead than being so lame
'cause it's better to burn than to fade away