Black clouds rising overhead The hands of death, our souls are bled There is no escaping his deadly grip While life slips by on a sinking ship Looking
I got my pay the other day I noticed a massive chunk has gone away I wonder where my money has gone It seems crooks in suits spend our money wrong [
18 years old and you know it all you're feeling like your life's up against the wall nobody ever gave nothing to you time to pack your bags, do what you
Searching for the secret plan It's their motive - they're out to get me. Who is listening on the phone I'm afraid to be alone I got 3 locks on my front
Every time I turn around, You're talking about someone new And you've got nothing going on Flappin' your lips is all you do You think that you know
Every moment I have my eyes on you You lost my trust - I lost my faith in you Our friendship began when we were young Us against a world where we did
look out my window i watch the sun go down. all day and night no one is around my body is numb and my mind filled with fear i never thought the war
Searching for 15 Minutes Of Fame You Can Feed Me Shit Staple My Stomach, Walk On Glass I'll Take Any Risk I'm So Desperate I'll Do Anything As Long As
Trapped in a cell for years and years These walls have eyes, And these walls have ears. It's a vicious game they try To torture my mind. I've been
Power in the hands, the hands of the few Their laws don't represent me, and they don't represent you A couple of rich men with a hidden plan Who are
Feel The Power Surge Through Your Veins No One Can Stop You Now Eyes Are Red, Your Teeth Are Clenched To No Masters Do You Bow You're The Rebel Out On
So You Think Free Speech Can't Go Away? You Can Say What You Want In The USA? Moral Cleansing Can't Happen Here? Well Get The Flag Out Of Your Ass And
you, you never listen to what they've got to say and sometimes, you've gotta you've gotta just get away down at the bar on a saturday night teenage
Boy In A Bubble There's No Way Out You Can't Hear Me Scream And Can't Hear Me Shout I Need A Sharp Object, So That I Can Break Free I've Gotta Get Out
Bloodshot Eyes - And A Cold Blank Stare. I Roam These Dark, Damp Streets All Alone I'm Searching For Something I Know I'll Never Find Well I've Been Searching
Here's Joe Scenester Walking Down The Street He Is All Image From His Head To His Feet This Is His Third Trend Of The Year He Changes Fashion For Whoever
The Earth Freezes Up The Food Stops To Grow We Have Poisoned This Planet And For Years It's Died Slow. The Winters Grow Colder And Summer's Too Hot To
You - You got nowhere left to run The battle is on and the war has begun Smoke clouds are rising in the air And a mother cries in death's despair [