I feel too many affectious obstacles water must be allowed to seek it's own level I don't seek to strive on others' expense and the expense is mine as
refrain -gentleman- judgement comes like rain tired of their dirty bag of tricks we come to clean out their brains the rebel troops once again revolutionary
gantleman-judgement comes like rain tired of their dirty bag of tricks we come to clearout their brains the rebel toops once again revolutionary mood
The kid next door is defective The trees are rotting and bending to the ground Watch the untainted innocence Collapse into lewd misfortunes And I swear
Give me the reason, I can't see ahead What's stopping me, who's stopping me? When is the next time my one chance Will pass me by again? Repetition's
This day is gone I'm starting over Without a path that's drawn Everyday I'm older Where is this dream I'm riding on? Is this the chance to make it
A constant mislabel of our spoken generation When did us children grow to feel so out of touch? Our sky's been exploding this we're watching on the
Here is the path I'm shown Step by step was not my choice One more year to go So this map has been cut short What's in this job that I've been learning
I want to leave when I see you coming My time spent waiting for the end to all of this Won't remember me Please don't remember me Your cause for stealing
Wait in line for another purpose to fall in place No conciliation in staying here alone Retrace back to a date when this all started And set us in
Left so early for a reason Poetry digest from that night The place we slept was so deceiving Keep a switchblade by your side Better watch the steps
This is not the way out It's clear to you And speaks some truth So in the end I might know what to say A combination of Carelessness that's managed
It doesn't matter what we see, we're safe out here Continue to listen to what there saying Give the new place time, we're fenced in with all white We
Even to this day the things she's said Are somewhat overblown This is just the way you invite her to tell Another likely story She's gone, she's gone
be bought While i nreality, you ain't got nothing to sell Your Chines fawcet's open, but there's nothing in the well You're a tabula rasa, you're an
Fordítás: Szövetség. Tabula Rasa.
