Silverchair. Rarities 1994-1999. Untitled. Zeneszám

I'm just another body down
Internal bleeding round and round
And all can think of are ways to die alone
And all can think of are ways to die alone

A portrait of my skeletal gain
Left selfish and hungry so feed me the pain
Escape reality with new pain
Then let the cycle start again

And all can think of are ways to die alone
And all can think of are ways to die alone
Dream of content a pain filtered farm
All I can say

Dreams are bad when all they do is leave the truth behind
Dreams are bad when negativity's a state of mind

Dreams are bad when all they do is leave the truth behind
Dreams are bad