How much does an opinion weigh? Does it really matter what I say? I can't be responsible Be yourself or be a tool Who cares what you expect? What is
You wanna climb up the stairs, i wanna push you back down. But i let you inside, So you can push me around. If I leave before you, And I walk out alone
we'd have to spend It hurts, wounds so sore Now I'm torn, now I'm torn I've been far away When I see your face My hearts burst into fire Hearts burst
Feigned, the image of a world unfolds Deluded but divine It sees us mocking gifted grace A stolen self will not succumb See your face in the mirror It
Prey for the blood red sun Prey on the life itself Prey for the blood red sun Prey on the life itself
All that I see can conceive Your wanton indifference derides Decisions weren't hard to deceive How we fooled ourselves when it died Searching for a new
Please stay awake Our defining moment struck The power faithless struck While we were contemplating visions Visions ran us by Immortal yet decayed Oh
Let's pretend were not needy. Let's pretend our hearts still beat. Clumsy enough to fall for anything. Let's pretend we fall in love tonight, Below
your navel is yearning for an extension - a ghost limb it cant detach from mothers loving grasp were all cut off alone and lost your starving - its
songwriters chain their songs sink to the beat to their ankles and bursts under pressure 'til it stops and let it let it burst and bloom burst
Now and again you'll remember the sound Of the sails waving helpless The cables wrapping one another into knots so strong You're lost at once if not tossed
this is the bed that i have made this is the grave where i will lay i dont believe in wasting time these are the hands where i will bury my face searching
the backroom A sense of cruelty that you put on me Another reason Another chance to work your tease on me Now, feel the fire at your fingertips You burst
freedom, but nobody hear you The end of the world is true Burst command til war! War, war, war Burst command til war Burst command til war War!
This union made us powerless is talking over our heads Claiming prosperity in a downward spiral plan Stuck by deadly rhythm of the production line Stuck
This is pulse, this is sound This is the beat of new generation This is the movement, this is the rhythm This is noise of revolution Yeah, yeah Yeah
I'm tired of losing myself in some Stupid childhood dream of what I could've been Money proves the point, and I'm stuck between Summer holidays and punk
Hey baby, you never felt this good Freedom through the stereo and you wish you could Take a bite, do a dance and get lost on a crusade Jump on this soul