The waves of acute sadness, hued by ambivalent bliss, and of all of the things, the madness I miss. I just need a change but pay no mind, the life
This is for the ones standing up to the system Yeah you know who you are, stay on point with the mission Look to the left, the right, it all seems the
Saturday Morning a familiar friend Dropped from the sky, gave them the same message It said, in regard to your livelihood It belongs to Uncle Sam Don
feeling small and goes to bed without her. A ghost of an empty shell but he'll never know, that he's got to keep sight tonight well hell. Should have
I can't do nothing but hide it the tension and the fury comes The violence today, it's the mainstream you see, but aw hell this kid, he needs to bleed
future but it shows up anyway, Caught a raw deal but we're gonna stick around and play, It's just a phase, you say, but you don't have a clue That
