You already know what you did And you could never make amends Reached out and touched a life What on earth could make you think it was right I'll
head full of sleep. With eyelids heavy and weary hands, we forget our best laid plans. Nothing works out, put down again, another day fuckings ends. We
obligations are complete My life has no purpose anymore I search for meaning and see nothing, but stars Vacant eyes, with no light behind Our lives
tie around your neck? Your suicide sponsored by Brooks Brothers and Coca-Cola That briefcase a permanent extension of your arm We are all trying to find something worth living
What we had meant nothing to you, forgotten as soon as you were through, no phone calls places, no letters sent, you just left. If I never see you again
You sneer at us like you're something special Just because you've got the fucking hair cut. You won't last long, we'll laugh when you're gone Burn
religious regime... The powers that be are exactly what they seem We stand on the brink of chaos holding our breath So transfixed we can scarcely feel
There's no escape from this grind, this dreamless sleep, the unbroken columns of human machines, utopia perverted. These are the mistakes that we must learn from, but first we must escape. All
I don't owe you anything, least of all my friendship. Your apologies are as hollow as your heart and your head. I don't owe you anything, least of all
watch my back? Nothing's changed, we work our lives away. Bought and sold by a privileged few, nothing left for you. These are our demands: we want our fucking lives
last time we spoke I finally saw the truth You belonged to no one And I belonged to you Thunder chases you up into the sky and I know that you're
I live for your touch You feel so good and you give me so much Darling I love you The world can be cold Who cares as long as I have you to hold Life
Have we got a little treat in store for you tonight! We're gonna take you on a wonderful little trip around this glorious little globe of ours! we feature
BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP! It's woofers, tweeters, speakers, geekers, ALL IN YO' TRUNK! My dad ain't raise no fag, my mom ain't had no punk We don't hesitate or negotiate, we
, escalator style Hold y'all breath, I told y'all, death controls y'all Big don't fold y'all, I spit phrases that'll thrill you You're nobody till somebody
and the long chivo" Guess who [Chorus] You pinche levas got me dying, dying of laughter You think it's funny, we'll see who's still laughing after You're
can stop my shine Let me confront, the ultimate sin You're ready to die, but I'm dying to live Verse 3: What you know about mass appeal? I peel out as
it up try to pretend you're a half full cup believe what they're feeding, you're eating it up while i'm reading books about how they're corrupt i'm reading
