Nobody listens any more to the lies Is there a woman who keeps swallowing flies? Is there a Jesus waiting arms open wide Too many stories, and too many
Nobody listens any more to the trees All moving too fast turning birds into bees Some say the hurricane will soon be a breeze I want to see it I want to believe, it's real
Wake up and smell the roses trust me and leap The hand that rocks the cradle rocks you to sleep It's not what you think it's not what you see Is there a future or is it just me?
Some days I'm happy, some days I'm all right (victim) Some days I'm thinking maybe dead would be nice (can I suggest) Some days it's easy, some days it's a fight (victim) Some days I'm thinking life itself is the price
Life itself is the price Life itself is the price (life itself is the price) (life itself is the price)
The wind it whispers today could be your last Annihilation but why overreact All roads are leading to repeating the past I see the weeds are coming up again through the cracks
Some days I'm happy, some days I'm all right (victim) Some days I'm thinking maybe dead would be nice (can I suggest) Some days it's easy, some days it's a fight (victim) Some days I'm thinking life itself is the price
Some people never fly, some people fly and die Some people tell you that ours is not to reason why Some people live alone, some people live a lie Some people tell you that the grass is greener if you're high Some people sell you love, some people sell you faith Some people sell you white and openly engender hate Some people fight to win, some people have to fight Some people tell you that to turn the other cheek is right Some people live and learn, some people never will Some people go through life oblivious to all its ills Some people live in hope, some people live in fear Some days I'm thinking fuck it all, It's wasted on deaf ears
Nobody listens any more it's a crime Religious freaks see it all as a sign We're preaching equal with a mountain to climb Am I alone here or am I wasting my
Nobody listens any more it's a crime Religious freaks see it all as a sign We're preaching equal with a mountain to climb Am I alone here or am I wasting my
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Some days I'm happy, some days I'm all right (victim) Some days I'm thinking maybe dead would be nice (can I suggest) Some days it's easy, some days it's a fight (victim) Some days I'm thinking life itself is the price
Am I alone here? Am I alone here? Am I alone here? Am I alone here?
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