In my eyes, I'm not lazy In my face, It's not over In your room, I'm not older In your eyes, I'm not worth it Gimme back my alcohol (x7) Heal a million
I see your lips movin' But I hear nothin' Please excuse me Did you say somethin' You keep on talkin' But your words escape me Is your ego that big Or
Take in from this and breathe out open Hug that uncertainty as long as you can A once seizing but now flailing and falling Grasp at comfort?s hand A
they say you're young too young to know how much you feel thank hormones but anyone can tell add insult to injury you hear the thunder baby will you run
In my eyes I'm not lazy In my face it's not over In your room I'm not older In your eyes I'm not worth it Gimme back my alcohol, gimme back my alcohol
You think you know me, please You have no idea you think my life is great, shit I cover up the tears but inside my scalp, it starts a burn in hell Thoughts
You so complete, so much cooler than me, you will be the catch of a lifetime. You in your sleep still could land on your feet. You will be the catch
So now your offering these hand me down beliefs You offer neither solace nor relief In a world of hate Your words hold no weight So now your promising
It all started as a gleam in one man?s eye, Who claimed to speak to a being from the sky. Answering people?s questions about creation and life, In exchange
We get home and the remote is our best friend The mind turns off, active thought meeting its end The have no lives of our own, fictitious roles overgrown
A sultry, wicked femme fatale with blotchy skin all pale and sweet, A sickly facial glow with holes and gaps dotted along her rotten teeth Hair drawn
A fallen soldier takes a hit And is left behind Comrades boots across his back Who masterminds the sneak attack [Pre-Chorus] And of course the innocent
Traduction: Bien-aimé. Insulte à l'injure.
Traduction: Craig Brother. Insulte à l'injure.
Traduction: Gorerotted. Ajout insulte à l'injure.
Traduction: Kiemsa. La Vie Du Raille.
Traduction: Type de cracher comme. Canular.
