Have to start Have to stop Over and over, but If I’m getting out I’m not giving up
I’ve got to say fine clever word On my every turn Because when I die I will meet the Lord.
Every single day I have got nothing left to learn I really wasn’t born to hate.. All this crap eats me from the inside…. yes, I want
To be far away from it All I want is just to blow you with the rock bomb.
Don’t you flow with the stream? Walking on the rim, On the razor’s edge Keeps us fresh and green.
But all the words’re just running flow So we don’t wanna grow What’s the best for us Guess nobody knows..
Every single day You’ve got nothing for your mind to feed it, You really were not born to hate All that crap eats you from the inside I know, you need To be far away from…