Žodžiai dainai: Suicide Machines (The). Other. For The Day.

It?s so hard to find what to say when there is darkness inside and there?s no day.
If there?s hope then there is will to live; if there?s none there?s nothing to give.

Well I?ve dun lost my mind, I?m twisted inside and I don?t know the way, but I know what to say,
and what eats me inside also keeps me alive; I swell up with love for the day.

I question the things that hurt me inside, there?s blood in my veins that keeps alive,
there?s to many things that are two hard to change, there?s also a love that flows threw my veins.

Well I?ve dun lost my mind, I?m twisted inside and I don?t know the way, but I know what to say,
and what eats me inside also keeps me alive; I swell up with love for the day, for the day.

Well I?ve dun lost my mind, I?m twisted inside and I don?t know the way, but I know what to say,
and what eats me inside also keeps me alive; I swell up with love for the day.