When I say something To make you say something In the end it's all My fault
And so I say nothing So you say nothing In the end there's nothing at all
General Routine God from the machine
You ain't gonna fuck my brain
Your hands in the open air I'm to blame, but I don't care Crush down heaven to the earth This won't bring back your wasted years
They all served good and long and still For sure they can't find peace until We cut you and we see no blood Come on, let's do it, fill the cup
A substitute for your own pain We cut 'em all, but all in vein The higher dose, the General Were they bad things after all?
Victim Faint-hearted schism You are standing there, unbound No rights, no left turn, nothing left to learn
I don't want to make friends I'm not here to please you I don't want to play a game All I want to do to you is what you did to me
Anyway You are bound in many ways But when it comes to run away You've got the speed and the drive Of a goddamn trainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.