a few cans short of a six pack a couple bucks short on the rent screws too tight to feel just right but no one ever knew what it meant alarms are going off as a warning but they're always falling on deaf ears forever bottling anger and ignoring the danger and throwing a wrench in the gears did you ever think about the consequences - no did you ever think about the retribution - no let's play a game called confrontation did you ever think about your situation - no did you ever take a look at your reflection - no let's play a game called confrontation always on the verge of a breakdown and always left standing in dust the lights are all on but nobody's at home and you're never careful who you can trust still it's only scratching the surface and sure we've got a victim but we still need a witness the failure or plans will stain the blood on our hands and now it's only screams in the silence it's time to add insult to injury mayhem to misery to find identity foundations growing thin I can feel the roof cave in I don't like where I have been it's time to start againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
