This is metal rhythm A new song on the Radio Some new face A picture on your wall Talk to me You say it's nothing personal But somethings wrong It's eating
I'm on automatic And you gotta flip the switch Baby there's a box in the attic But I couldn't tell you which was which It's all become a running joke
Brain fried tonight through misuse Through misuse, through misuse You can't avoid static abuse Abuse, abuse Without these pills you're let loose You
i'm standin' in the rain i'm cold and i'm afraid if i can't find you then you'll never know leave a candle at my door and an empty space beside my bed
Everyone loves you Can't do anything wrong They laugh when you laugh Concerned when you cry I'm wrong your right Complete opposites In this blood related
I've seen all, Every gallery and concert hall, Those long dead faces and melodies I've heard before, And when we reach the end, Whats the point behind
Nineteen years gone away, Kids have grown up, These trains don't run anymore, How the view from the windows changed, Our mobile phones, People talk and
Beautiful Deadly as before snow You're in, you're out In the mountains where it grows In jungles So far away It could not matter If they were firewood
A different attitude of mind, Is not something to be persecuted(?), Well no governments gonna send you(?), From organised crime, Do you think thats someones
Strange things on the ocean floor, Down where there is no light, No complications, Just a simple kind of life, Lets swim in night time(?), Hard to know
Can't put my finger on whats changed To my surprise i found everything the same In a house thats not quite home Nothing was missing but something had
Tearing out pages, From your only book, Circle of footprints(?) is where you have to look, I could drive, But I wouldn't get too far, Tearing out pages
I'm sick of govenment warnings that tell me to watch my intake. I know my limits and I know, that everyone makes mistakes. And I'll tell you I'm fine,
The things that run in my blood I just gave up so fast I've got nothing left to give and Secrets don't keep themselves I'm sick of hiding the answer from
Telling you odd things And you believing Once, twice, three, four times Til it sinks right in They just followed orders to no-one This path runs in circles
Seven second delay, Whats in the gap between my ears and what you say, Nothing on display, No evidence of life behind the noise. I'm on your side, I'm
Pack up your accents Pack up your batteries Now go marching Back to the factory A bunch of dresses Down to the mattress Car park asphalt tastes good,
What can I say I've got no room to complain Every mistake I made was out ok But you're asking me questions, making suggestions Telling me how to do what