Songtexte:
Lostprophets Liberation Transmission

Her eyes are open like a book Her fingers stroke her hair to look A moment feels so out of place This will left standing in disgrace Paint your fingernails

Everybody's screaming, we're only bleeding, oh oh oh Everybody's screaming, we're only bleeding, oh oh oh I'm sick of watching my mouth with everybody

I haven't lost the way I feel I didn't look away this time The blood that's filling up these veins Doesn't half as feel like mine But the shadows never

When our time is up When our lives are done Will we say, we've had our fun Will we make a mark this time Will we always say we tried We're standing

Can you take this broken boy And put the pieces back as one? Though he has all of his toys He is never having fun Because it's not enough Now we're growing

in my stereo may Fade out, the new transmission's calling The new transmission's calling, here we go Woah woah, the new transmission Woah woah, the new transmission

fade out a new transmission's coming a new transmission's coming here we go whoa whoaa whoa whoaa a new transmission whoa whoaa whoa whoaa whoaaa a new transmission

: One, two, One, two, three, four... I'm sure I've seen this look before Done a thousand times and a million more How many lies did he tell this time

: everybody's screaming, we're only bleeding I'm sick of watching my mouth with everybody looking at me I'm sick of wasting my time, this city offers