The morning is dead and the day, is, too.
The step
(v. reid, c. glover, w. calhoun, m. skillings)
I see you
You know in this din sick world we live in
Gotta
Do you remember here?
No you don't remember anything at all
I'm
I don't care about your dreams of peace
I don't care
How many times must we tell them
Are they never gonna
Feel the tension mounting in the air
When no one seems
In a new place, in a strange land
An undone new
People, if they choose you, then they want you to
What is the point of suffering?
What is the purpose
How carefully I've shaped you in the solitude of days
How
Living with myself is hard enough
So I get away when
We must never take these words too seriously
Words are very
I always have the same fight with you
It doesn't change
Starts from the back of your head
Shifts to the front
