Sunday, October 10, 2010

There's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me

The motto was just a lie It says home is where your heart is But what a shame Cause everyone's heart Doesn't beat the same It's beating out of time

City of the dead At the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned Lost children with dirty faces today No one really seems to care

Everyone is so full of shit Born and raised by hypocrites Hearts recycled but never saved From the cradle to the grave

Dearly beloved are you listening? I can't remember a word that you were saying Are we demented or am I disturbed? The space that's in between insane and insecure Oh therapy, can you please fill the void? Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed Nobody's perfect and I stand accused For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse

To live and not to breathe Is to die In tragedy To run, to run away To find what you believe And I leave behind This hurricane of fucking lies

I lost my faith to this This town that don't exist So I run I run away To the light of masochist And I leave behind This hurricane of fucking lies And I walked this line A million and one fucking times But not this time

I don't feel any shame I won't apologize

When there ain't nowhere you can go Running away from pain When you've been victimized Tales from another broken home




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