Instrumental
My disposition is in a possition for all to see. Regretless for how it feels. I got a bullet with a name on it. Bullet with a name. Because the cause
What is the emergency? Why are we moving so fast? The questions you ask, they're too much for me. If you don't know the answers, well I don't think we
taking the world.. taking the world on, by yourself, when will you learn ? when will you learn on by yourself? runaway, its the only way for you to stay
I'm gettin' I'm gettin' I'm gettin' I'm gettin' over and pushing past all the bullshit and getting right to the root of what the problem really is The
[Chorus] I didn't ask you to explain yourself to me. The fact you feel you have to is enough evidence, to see right through all the bullshit, and the
Like a watchdog standing at the fence. Just begging for the next person to pass and test his patience. Hammer back, cocked ready to go off. Looking for
You're barely getting by with your half-hearted attempts. You pass part of the test, and fail the rest. Because the things you know, you also know so
Broken glass all around you. Try to hide but they find you every time. Even with everything you try to do, people can still look and see right through
One by one I deal with them. Take them by the neck. Drag them around kicking and screaming. Showing the law of cause and effect. Everything I feel with
if you can survive the rest. The lies that consume you. Pain. The pain shows you the way. The feeling kills inside you. Pain. But you stay knowing eventually, the pain
I wanted to be right to change a common situation that always seems to happen to me. But then I gave into the way of common desperation and dedicated
Nonpoint - The Shortest Ending When will the pages stop turning How could there possible be this many My fingers are burning from turning What feels
Fordítás: Nonpoint. The Pain.
I'm getting over it pusing past all the bullshit, and getting right to the root of what the problem really is. All the reasons for the misunderstandings
