Text: Strung Out. Twisted By Design. King Alvarez.
grey sky man is talking to the sidewalk once again
your perfect vision of the world it goes unheard
as the rain falls down on your head it slips inside the cracks of another fruitless day
here in the land of king alvarez
you're losing once again
it's getting harder to survive when the world that's all around you just don't seem to care
and the universe you've built for yourself is caving in right on you
and the streets are getting colder then they used to be these days and now
i see you walkin' down the boulevard alone and your screaming at the top of your lungs
all night and i wonder to myself how did you get to be this king without a throne
its just another sunny day here in the land of babylon
to see the things that no one sees to hear the lie that no one tells
its getting lonely in this place
gettin tired of it all
i've wondered to myself how many times he's cracked inside
screaming at the top of your lungs and now
the voices in your head keep getting louder with the passing of each day
it's getting harder to go on
i don't know what you don't know
you wouldn't play that game the same
you wouldn't play that game at all
as the rain falls down on your head
it slips inside the cracks of another fruitless day
here in the land of alvarez
your perfect vision of the world it goes unheard
as the rain falls down on your head it slips inside the cracks of another fruitless day
here in the land of king alvarez
you're losing once again
it's getting harder to survive when the world that's all around you just don't seem to care
and the universe you've built for yourself is caving in right on you
and the streets are getting colder then they used to be these days and now
i see you walkin' down the boulevard alone and your screaming at the top of your lungs
all night and i wonder to myself how did you get to be this king without a throne
its just another sunny day here in the land of babylon
to see the things that no one sees to hear the lie that no one tells
its getting lonely in this place
gettin tired of it all
i've wondered to myself how many times he's cracked inside
screaming at the top of your lungs and now
the voices in your head keep getting louder with the passing of each day
it's getting harder to go on
i don't know what you don't know
you wouldn't play that game the same
you wouldn't play that game at all
as the rain falls down on your head
it slips inside the cracks of another fruitless day
here in the land of alvarez
Strung Out
Twisted By Design