docteur, docteur laisse moi sortir ou depeche toi de me faire une piqure pour m'endormir oh docteur, du coma faut te reveille tu est sous prosac ou koi
Bienvenue dans le devaste-land, bouteilles cassees Cycles brules, centre social pas vraiment termine Peinture, facade remaquillee Pour masquer la pauvrete
I'm burning out the TV tubes, It's three o'clock & I'm confused Cause commitment is so complete, It's burning little holes in me I know that I might
Mi corazon lo anesteciaron ya no quiere reir ni sonar ya no quiere sentir ni llorar en lo que es el amor mi corazon lo anesteciaron no quiere suspirar
(Instrumental)
Everybody is talking about the girl Who went and killed the delivery man But she looks so kind and gentle It just doesn't stand to reason I saw her right
A good impression of myself Not much to conceal I'm saying nothing But I'm saying nothing with feel I simply am not here No way I.. Shut up,
Like a flash of light in an endless night Life is trapped between two black entities 'Cause when you trust someone illusion has begun No way to prepare
comercializó el ataud. Oh no! No echen. Sobre mi, su error. No! No tapen la luz. Con la enorme cruz de su desviación. La gran masa anestesiada
i wish i could turn me into something try to neglect the reason that you passed away i wish i could hide into the dark vanish through my reflection into
I'm burning out the TV tubes It's three o'clock and I'm confused 'Cause commitment is so complete It's burning little holes in me I know that I might
[Instrumental]
It was dark On that road to heaven As she watched A thousand cars go by She stood In that dirty alley Her face Staring at the light She hangs around Everywhere
I remember going out, yeah Everything is spinning round Remember feeling like I'd drowned Behind the veil is a sea, yeah Only entered into chemically
I see you comin' down Your life is flashin before ya I see you comin' round You're talking over and over You know I tried to please ya You're under anesthesia
Late at night all systems go You have come to see the show We do our best you're the rest You make it real you know There is a feeling deep inside That
Tries to preach us in the dark By the river I hear you talking Strike a match to Western sky Blowing fire in the sweet Sweet summertime, alright Eyes
I'm the problem to your answers Victim of circumstances The feeling's lost--my nerves are tossed I ain't takin' no more chances You can have the last
