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Well, I ain't got much to show for Can you guess the reasons why 'Cause we gave responsibility To those who let it pass us by Now your words don't mean
I never sleep I been awake for what feels like a year 'cause when I dream My mind puts a face To each one of my fears I'm exhausted by my imagination
Hitched a ride to central station Revelation in my head Ditched the pride, ditched the label But the fire isn't dead Never really had it easy But I wouldn
There's a little child runnin' 'round this house And he never leaves, he will never leave And the fog comes up from the sewers And glows in the dark
No time to explain Always hopeless in a hurry There's no one to blame For an empty heart Well, well, well Nothing's gonna change Nothing's gonna change
Why put this sadness inside of me Why be so matter of fact Why put this one bit of hope in me You sold me out and that's that I hope that you're having
Blind leading blind Trying to keep yourself alive Wrong doing right Flashing that electric smile Saying something nice Like everything will be all
Everyday there?s something new that?s going around Crazy people getting all dressed up to paint the town Businessmen, they shake their heads and then
4 Lock me in Tied to work Splitting rock Cutting diamonds 100 days With no pay Not anymore Cause I'm caught I can't type I can't temp I'm way past college
I'm not around that much, I'm near exhausted and lost. if it could be undone, will it have cost it? it's torn, and alone. knowing the way we strain,
Well one of thses days, you know I'm gonna get my ass kicked. And I'm not gonna try and promise you that I'm not gonna deserve it. But your boyfriend
Maybe we're both really to blame But I know that's simply my way Of over-justifying I should've lied to your face Maybe we could have kept trusting And
I never sleep I been awake for what feels like a year 'Cause when I dream My mind puts a face To each one of my fears I'm exhausted by my imagination
Exhausted again by the powers that be and everything like a new found enemy exhausted again by the kings and thieves who covered my eyes and handed me
There is no anger, just growing exhaustion and disgust. No longer difference between. A cynicism has been writing itself into my skin, and I am sick to