Text: Grinspoon. Easy. Better Off Dead.

Rock

Why is there no fuckin? relief?
Wired off your face trying to sleep
Caught within the things you believe
Falling into traps, you concede

I don't need it
That fucking shit
Since defeated
I'll be better off

When the fences stand up too tall
Cry out ?cause they don't answer your call
Friends, when you?re down they will fall
Pretend you hear nothing at all

I don't need it
Your fucking shit
Since defeated
Better off dead

I don't need it
I don't need it

Why is there no fuckin? relief?
Wired off your face trying to sleep
Caught into a trap you believe
Falling into things you believe

I don't need it
That fucking shit
Since defeated
Better off dead