it's not what you'll find.
Chorus+ fadeout
It rolls the rivers and it rolls the tide
all the world is just a fake, made to drop you whe
and an automagnetic third world printed with metal
You know I could not be sure
You're vile, sick
Make new friends and keep the old
Will camp out on the couch and never leave.
The last time you paid them you made them restless
So how could I go on, and where did we go wrong
And then put this thing to sleep
Came back with the posse in full effect status
Did what I did best create, but began to hate
Shes found somebody new
disfrazado de adversidad.
These lessons in anatomy
She'd be walking thirty miles en route to bom
The boys coming home from the war;
( Second Musical Solo )
These emotions runriot
(In sadean paradise
aiming straight for the heart but you missed the m
No great contender to help the people win
454 Fahrenheit bombers we are
That lurks beneath marbled stone
The melody haunts my reverie
We went for broke
(Y2K!)
I think that I'm underrated