Låttexter
It's getting lonely 'round here
Days are turning into years
The thieves are falling all around
Got to get out of this town
Oh, it's hard, I fear
My screams are falling on deaf ears
Oh, it's dark
But the picture's crystal clear
I would like to love this world and I try
I would like to break these chains and just fly
I would like to think that we'll be alright
But I can't, why, why
Spinning wheels with no regret
You take for granted your next breath
Place the blame and pass the buck
Slit the wrists of lady luck
