thanks p.t.
.
.
.
we move in circles,
not getting thin
they closed the doors,
won't let us in
oh, it's a cruel world, we made it though!
I'm sick and tired
just bring me rope, nice rose petals
sweet yellow, soft sand
and strike a pose
.all my life, and i'll tell you this straight
I firmly believed I would find a way
I thought I would run through the darkest avenue
in a high moon night
would set free all of those wounded by fight
I thought I would live to see
a new sunrise, but let me tell you
I'm not willing to sell you
any idea
.
a new package
a new fragrance
a new bad taste
I don't even want to open your eyes
anyway
.
I realized i ran into an endless sore
and it's knocking
it's pushing me, cracking my skin
it's a bitch, indeed
it's falling on me, overwhelming and it's all around me
it will kill me, one of these days
.
so, what to say?
goodbye cruel world!
now I'm gonna get high on tv shows
now I'll leave love behind for a safe home
I'll pay my way into a nice white schooll
I'll be forged to kill i-kids
in a desert pool...
.I'll write you a letter
telling about my little dream
letting depression oppress me,
what the... hell!
we can always get some free meds
"here, in u.s."
I'll make my way through hell
and I'll fake it so well
.
i got, honey, it's not worth it
I won't fight, i won't open a hole in my mind
I won't care at all,give me some wind
let's burn our hearts out
you know my generation was put down
so I don't need no friends at all
just some horse sedatives so I'll make it through
this cold shit night...
