I wasn't a flower child, I was a mistake A one night stand with a faceless man I'm the excrement of a poor decision
Never to give the guidance in the right direction I'm the floater, the faceless, the excrement Search the lands, try to find just one man How deep does one hunt Till the search is deemed worthless The head sitting on my shoulders is filled with sick I wish that I could vomit out my discontent A dime a dozen throw another one overboard
Pull the chord Nothings going to change Make amends, understand you are never going to find him
Bury the thoughts No remorse, someday you'll learn He is gone This faceless man to never return Cut the chord time will blur your discontent Soon enough you will learn to live life without them Depths of disgust some for the better some for worse No one will know your pain without a father
Pull the chord Nothings going to change Make amends, understand you are never going to find him
Let it go A life filled with horrid thoughts This depression left you out in the cold Life goes on for the better for the worse You can let it stew or Bury it in the pastTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
