آهنگ: Sum 41. Confusion And Frustration In Modern Times.

Up in smoke pop goes the culture,
The tension blew it up.
While choking from a bleeding ulcer,
We eventually thew it up.
So what went wrong?
Where's the voice of reason.
It's long gone,
We lost it long ago.

Apathy plus lies fill the void of motivation.
I can hardly breathe at all..

Confusions – all I see,
Frustration surrounds me,
Solutions, bid farewell..
Sedation. What the hell?

I broke the mirror to the past
To find what I was looking for.
The bleeding heart of broken glass,
Is all I've got and nothing more regrets.
Short of no correction..
Paid my debts
To anxiety..

The iron lung collapse from the pressure and the swelling.
I can hardly breathe at all..

Confusions – all I see,
Frustration surrounds me,
Solutions, bid farewell..
Sedation. What the hell?

Confusions – all I see,
Frustration surrounds me,
Solutions, bid farewell..
Sedation. What the hell?

Dead end roads..
And warning signs..
Destination nowhere..
In sight..

Divided we stand..
Together we fall..
There isn't a God,
That can save us all..
So don't pray on your knees,
Just beg on your hands..
There is no belief
In this promised land.

Divided we stand..
Together we fall..
There's no God,
That can save us all..
So don't pray on your knees,
Just beg on your hands..
There is no belief
In this promised land.
There is no belief..

Confusions – all I see,
Frustration surrounds me,
Solutions, bid farewell..
Sedation. What the hell?

Confusions – all I see,
Frustration surrounds me,
Solutions, bid farewell..
Sedation. What the hell?