Låttexter: Gob. Muertos Vivos. Prescription.

Go, alright

We walk it straight and narrow
We take this path straight to hell
We want a quick solution
We put ourselves inside a pill

Damnation, salvation, can't see a difference anyway
We get so medicated that we don't even care

We've got to be put to rest
After we're born to death
You see I just met you
And now I'm trying to forget you

I get so disconnected
I lose my love everyday
I lose it on the street and freak out
Well, I don't know what to say

I don't know, I don't know what to say
I don't know where to begin
I know I don't belong
Out of the law

We've got to be put to rest
After we're born to death
Gravity makes a sound

Pills mean, so get ill, get infected
No sweat, just give us injections
If you feel sentimental
Deleted memory, nothing special

And you see I just met you
And now I'm trying to forget you
Fuck you, I'm temperamental
Self defense is fundamental

We fight to feel alright
We fight to feel alright
We fight to feel alright
We fight to feel alright

We fight to feel alright
We fight to feel alright
We fight to feel alright
We fight to feel, we fight