Wait to rise long after dark Been asleep at least three solid days Wandering round this house just like a ghost Searching for something in this life That would fill the holes and satisfy Your need to please everybody else While your nerves shatter and fall apart Wear out the grip-tape wrapped round your heart
Now you're dressed and ready for the kill Check if your friends are asleep in bed Same ones who left you to yourself Make some noise and take a walk outside All those years you kept the pain inside Strangled any chance to love your own And veer from your collision course But you'd rather go out in a ball of flame Grip-tape your nameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
