آهنگ: White Flag. Zero Hour. Instant Breakfast.

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Content to be a failure cuz you?ve never even tried
You tell me to abandon hope - It?s useless, I?m alive!
Maturity?s no virtue in my sardonic dream
How could this world abide me when it can?t hear me scream?

I?m not your instant breakfast
I won?t be your Sunday fool
My life?s a feeling frenzy
With the copyright on cool
No, I?m alive
Yeah, I?ll survive

I can?t explain the politics of your affair
You call me immature, but hey man, I don?t care
But now I can see what it is that you do fear
Oh yeah, to me it?s yourself is what?s so unclear

Leave me life, diffuse this mortal coil
To you I leave this final thought
My spirit?s body, your spoil
No, I?m alive
Yeah, I?ll survive

I will not fight this
I pray for numbness evermore
I will not fight this
I will not pick my body off the floor

My hanging tree is blooming with the coming of the Yule
I always thought a crucifix was something wicked cruel
Dimension of insanity - a never ending race
With elder gods descending out of time and out of space

I will not fight this
I pray for numbness evermore
I will not fight this
I will not pick my body off the floor

Holidays are strange things
We?re hanging things
Holidays are strange things