A Holiday turn worlds away for everyone when will they come i sit and count the passing days thinking when i was young
nothing's syncing It's all sick and everything's fucked and nothing is ever new to me born a freak so i fill my pockets and save a bit for you
serenity nothing for me my head fell a clean above me a anxious heart pushed to extremes i wonder when i will make how long
nothing's syncing It's all sick and everything's fucked and nothing is ever new to me born a freak so i fill my pockets and save a bit for you for them for them it's done much more than this for them for them until i'm lost in this yeah