Žodžiai dainai: Anthrax. Stomp 442. Drop The Ball.

Killing myself, someone said the fix is in
Killing myself once again, once again, over easy
Burnt, my mind is overdone, life's a jigsaw
Why can't I find the missing one?

Even though I've felt I've proven what it is
I'm worthy of, I can't exist inside the boundaries
Of the so called world of love
Someone rescue my downward virtue I dropped the ball again

Hands that touch me, take 'em all away
Patronizing, will you hear what I say? Fuck your caring
No one knows what's in my heart
Bring it all down, break it all down to parts

Every time I have considered why it is I'm even here
Calm collected copasetic, no good reasons why I fear
No one rescue my downward virtue

Even though I've felt I've proven what it is
I'm worthy of, I can't exist inside the boundaries
Of the so called world of love
No one rescue, no one rescue, I dropped the ball again

I never felt for you for anyone
I never ate off the same plate
Drop the ball, I dropped the ball
I take from you, I rape from you
I kill myself when I think of you

Drop the ball I dropped the ball
I take from you, I break from you
I used to know how to be human
Drop the ball, I dropped the ball
I take from you, I hate from you

No one rescue my downward virtue
No one rescue, no one rescue