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The Bronx
Album - 26 agosto 2003 - Debaser id 91911

di The Bronx

YEAH!!!!!!!

i'm done telling you that i'm in love
what i have will never be enough
come on baby go live life on your own
everything inside is breaking down
and you don't want to be hanging around
i don't think i want to leave myself alone

i'm done having to apologize
i'm done living inside your eyes
when the lights go out whats left to know
nothing ever makes sense to me
a broken branch of the family tree
kill the lights now baby watch me explode

there is no revolution
and i'm done doing things i don't want to do
there is no revolution

i'm done living in this decline
i'm done watching you redesign
come on baby let's go walk out the door
i'm done showing up to fucking work taking orders from a fucking bitch
i'm in the chair now go ahead and flip the switch

YEAH!!!

i'm done doing things i don't want to do
and i'm sick and tired of setting up to be like you
fucked up thrown out and overdue
im fucking done
there is no revolution
Il tuo voto:
i don't think i'm alive dead footsteps another outcast screaming alone god help me give me what you want give me what you need i'll take it all stand fall lost out baby yes i know it's not a secret a false alarm another front page lie disguished to help me burn another year of research stand still turn on the lights baby show me your scars salvation give me audio give me visual overload so slow lost out baby yes i know everyone is suspect everyone deserts sometimes another loss i'm feeling alone it's not a secret a false alarm it's not a secret it's not a sad song another front page lie disguished to help me burn god help us false alarm
Il tuo voto:
baby's got cancer looking for the answer she's got cancer someone romance her she was one of a kind now she's perfected living on all the lies they injected now she's staring at the scars that needed correction it's not a habit she claims she's got american eyes letting her body go she's dead rejection looking for direction gimme picture gimme reception the clean smell of sin she's nervous at the hips the car's outside and i'm ready to go infected living on all the lies she injected now i'm infected staring at the scars in need of correction it's not a habit i claim i got american eyes letting my body go i'm dead i don't want to wake up i spend a lifetime staring at the telephone cause all i want to do is call you up we got cancer looking for the answer
Il tuo voto:
say enough words to make me forget until i get dangerous and desperate i love it when i'm telling myself lies the good ones that i know i can cash stare at my face until i neglect everything i couldn't forgive look at the way you make me live choking like a fucking kid i rejected faith, i broke a good heart i regret love because you told me i still don't care i wasn't meant to cover up scars built on faults to who it concerns consider this i tried all your cures but i'm still sick i'm never going to regain senses burn another hole in my head remember the disease you spread like addiction that comes in fits talk enough words to make me forget all my dreams are dead disguise lack of progress quit sending me signals for chemicals everything i crave is going to kill me don't want to be sick depression just seems to stick
Il tuo voto:
what's left of california?
what's left of los angeles?

sidewalks cry cause they're not as high
shooting old dope
rich kid skies are a good disguise
lining our veins with hope

what did you get for free?
and where you gonna sell it?
why should i give a shit?
cover up your facelift

what's left of my broken heart?
what's left of los angeles?

we got a new design
excess redefined so you can dream it
we rewrote the standards
covered up the old scars so you believe it

scrape black tar from a guilty lung
throw a needle in your arm
cough up wrongs of the city stars
they didn't mean no harm

what were you supposed to be?
and what did you turn into?
we don't even need you here
but where you gonna run to?

good drugs
bad streets
arms tied
my world
capsized
with style

we got a new design
excess redefined so you can dream it
we rewrote the standards
covered up the old scars so you believe it

[i got some bad drugs, just leave me alone]

i got a new plan
get me outta here
I pretend sincere
stumble on words
desperation
the warmth of a gun
last hundred years
remember twenty four
Il tuo voto:
all this time i've been unclean watching you cause you're watching me shotgun knives into my heart without a reason all i want to do is die fuck the beats of a different heart what i'll do if you never tell bleed me an answer from i got chills break it down and build again sit still line me up so i can burn my heart knows you won't return make some sense of being alone cause i'm wasted blackout rescue from my faults take away my sober stare payphone prayer give me what i want give me an answer trying to stare through you can't get past your eyes locked from the inside let me inject trying to stare through you can't get past your eyes sweating through the nights again i'd rather have good pills i got chills
Il tuo voto:
days you always want to tell me lies you try to sell me to the stars at night you think i'm too uptight love you call me on the phone alone you wish that i could stay speaking pain in codes telling me you still care through a dial tone drugs you really want to put my life on hold you really want to see my growing old with you like a naive friend but i never want to face myself again unless i'm coming true speaking pain in codes telling you that i know i'm no good alone i've tried so hard just to be myself but i've erased everything i was i tried searching for the truth alone and i remember everything i've done i'm thinking everything will turn out fine but i'm a little kid without a soul give me just a little bit more time just a little bit say what you want to do to me or you i don't care right i erased everything i know give me just a little bit more time to solve my future
Il tuo voto:
quiet like an elevator even the walls are scared i'm dependent on a generator just to breath in air medication medication signatures and stares watching all the lights come down never wanting to care these circles seem so strange i run around and around but nothing's changed medication medication signatures and stares i'm reinventing brand new lives like they were never there i never want to run out get more can't stand waiting i never want to run out don't stop the lines from fading it's time to wake up i've been asleep for far too long it's time to wake up before the pain i feel is gone i never want to run out
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