You run, you run, you run, to catch up with your stress And you bitchin about the fact that everyone is a selfish motherfucker Though you know that you’re not that much better Collecting stamps, figures, DVDs and stuff Only to get bored of them after a while, just Marching to your dance of death Biting the drums of Hell!
And You run and you run and you run, to catch up with your stress But deep down you know, that there's no salvation All your worries, your sad stories, cannot go away but you try, you try You try To bury them under layers of booze and drugs and running fast
But then came a day where you had to pay With the taste of broken bones and torn up flesh It’s a small price to pay to numb your worrying mind But hey, it's OK if you can stand the pain
"There's so much blood but I don't feel anything" Have to let out what you can't tolerate, can't comprehend, and make them matter Every day is a quest to get laid, a quest to find someone that can stand this stress But no one will ever follow, so you just switch from one to the other
But then came a day where you had to pay With the taste of broken bones and torn up flesh It’s a small price to pay to numb your worrying mind But hey, it's OK if you can stand the pain
You need substances to calm your nerves, you're so nervous you can't even stand yourself Have to let out
"There's so much blood but I don't feel the pain I lay later drunk in morphine" It’s a small price to pay to numb your worrying mind But hey, it's OK if you can stand the painTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
