wasted bleak sign trashed from the inside during the ache i tried to catch the center of my soul i couldn't know i couldn't know i couldn't know that i could be so cold
where do you go when the lights are flashing on your broken soul who do you trust when your heart is breaking and you cant say no
into our torn hearts and to what hurts in our torn hearts and to what hurts
where do you go when the lights are flashing on your broken soul who do you trust when your heart is breaking and you cant say no
in haste only to waste in haste only to waste what we had
wasted bleak sign trashed from the inside during the ache i tried to catch the center of my soul i couldn't know i couldn't know i couldn't know that i could be so cold
into our torn hearts and to what hurts in our torn hearts and to what hurts
where do you go when the lights are flashing on your broken soul who do you trust when your heart is breaking and you cant say no
When I think about them You know, out there In their rooms On the streets Utilizing public transportation Downloading pornography Living their lives out of catalogues Shitting out processed foods Cashing welfare checks opining, bitching, moaning, consuming, copulating... ...and multiplying. It makes me sick.