It's the view from the surface Not above and not below It's great not to worry It's great to fake it for another day It's great not to worry But that
Fordítás: Sick Of It All. Kilátás a Surface.
will go until it is stopped. And all the medicine went to my head again late last night. My bed of saccharine, my bad amphetamine. I was lit from within
all around, back and forth, the sickening smell of insignificance. I'm used to it now, I must reek of it. the density of the air was tangible today, it
did spew His long intestines hung beside him His single arm, it had no hand From where we stood, his neck looked broken And from his mouth and nose
I?ve ever had to strike it down and leave it dead I make music Pain made me want to take to it, Fate drew it right in front your mothafuckin face, use it
will go until it is stopped. And all the medicine went to my head again. Late last night, my bed of saccharine, my bad amphetamine, I was lit from within
rap cats I'll leave 'em all disgraced I'll have them all replaced and yeah I expect them all to hate and by the way I'm from the garden state the same
