God on its side. I've learned to hate others All through my whole life If another war starts It's then we must fight To hate them and fear them To run
I don't want this anymore Don't wanna wanna give anymore Don't wanna be... Don't wanna be stuck here I am... We are not moving ahead I don't want this
Taking up my time again, The one thing I can't stand, The coffee and the conversation never ends when All I really need to find, Is one short clever
I'm tired. Cynical and broken, but wiser. Heavy with a sense of resentment, but i used to be so much different, I used to have so much faith when I started
So Later that year, the bodies came home, To Dover wrapped in flags and lined up in rows, With no one to see and no one to know, They had to keep morale
And it takes more time than I've ever had, Drains the life from me, makes me want to forget. As young as I was, I felt older back then, More disciplined
Living in fear because the world is cold And hope might be coming but you never know. There are dead end streets around every turn. And a road map too
Taking up my time again, the one thing I can't stand Coffee and the conversation never ends When all I really need to find Is one short clever line To
replacing old dreams with flattery from new loves. a hurricane self help into this evacuation from this. you never meant to, you never meant to. call
everything has got a sense of permanence attached to it sucks you in and feeds you until finally you're used to it and now you're so dependant now you
And oh, the awkward ways, That you recoil when I get close, And oh, the awful grin, That greets me when I know I'm wrong, So down on hands and knees,
It takes more time than I've ever had, Drains the life from me, Makes me want to forget, As young as I was, I felt older back then, More disciplined,
You just can't relax, And you can't rely, On anyone for anything, So you make your complaints, And all everyone's let you down, You just cant, Ever win
I'm gonna wait and watch the world die. I'm gonna wait and watch it die. Once again, the time is right To look to the past with clear hindsight. To kick
Moving in slow like the smoke from your cigarette, Every step a closer's a step that we both will regret, Keeping a tally, but who can keep track? Your
And all our sins, Come back to haunt us in the end, To hang around and tap us on the shoulder, And smile silent, It's all implied, You'll die trying to
Everything has got a sense of permanence attached to it, sucks you in and feeds you until finally you're used to it. And now you're so dependent. Now
I never to meant to make it any worse What have I done? What have I done? I didn't know then and I still don't know now Two years have gone by Two years
