Songtexte: Frenzal Rhomb. Coughing Up A Storm. Sick And Tired.

Do you think about what you do or what you say?
Does it matter who gets fucked along the way?
Is it worth the effort just to see them pay?
If everybody does it doesn't make everything okay

I'd like to wipe this, I'd like to wipe this from my mind
I'd like to step away, I'd like to step away

I am so sick and tired of this, tired of this

Would you like to go away, away from here
Where you don't have to address what you can't hear
All that you do, you don't believe everything
All that you do, you don't believe anything

Would you like to go away, away from here
Where you don't have to address what you can't hear
All that you do, you don't believe everything
If you weren't here we could believe anything