Imagine if you just did at the world’s expense
A percentage of walking is falling
When the present time is everything
You’ve got now until it’s gone

Slap your face to wake it up, to go
You don’t want to fall down looking up
Mouth open, wide eyes shut

We get it you’ve got to go

Which taste is in it is it?

We can’t run, when we fall down
The battle is in the back streets
But we watch it on the news
We watch it if we choose

If we wish it
It’ll become explicit
If we bring it
We’ll Lethal Biz-it
You do not fish it
Or you’ll jiz it
A bowl to whisk it
Big man to frisk it
Don’t Limp Bizkit
Mp3 it
Cubase to mix it
Then peachy lick it

Run down, like a disco in a youth hostile
Aluminium bullet proof vest
Smile at the people frowning
We’ll pay to work for free

To kill a man is to play his God
To let him free

Which gone’s the gone to go for

We don’t feel depressed, we just feel
We couldn’t feel less, than anything real
Reel the bottom of the top, and feed everyday
Look to the ones we forgot, then feed when we say
Yeah?

You got to get ready for the race
To get out of this place
Everybody’s running, running round
Looking for themselves until they’re found

Turn around

Get the light, get the light, don’t burn yourself
We don’t want a casualty tonight
Unless it’s fucking fun
I can’t be one of them girls you don’t care about
Yet I just want to be someone else

Krokadil, which is burned from petrol
Burns the skin but feels like ice

Get on the tide and follow the fall
Fall face down on the real world
Does it have teeth from the iron fist?
Did it scorn the scars on your wrist?
I don’t want to admit that you’re a step down

All we know is all we know

Over by the smoking bench
You can forget you’re even alive
Nothing fills the future
Just more plans on how to die
I’m giving up, on giving up, on giving up

I hate it when you make me feel like this

We don’t want what we don’t need
Don’t pic the wrong side of your opinion
Or lose out on you decision

Which gone’s the gone to go for?


We don’t feel depressed, we just feel
We couldn’t feel less, than anything real
Reel the bottom of the top, and feed everyday
Look to the ones we forgot, then feed when we say

I hate it, when your make me feel like this

I want to suck that life into my veins
And feel happiness again

We can sell psycho for a living
But we choose to not

I want to suck that life into my veins
And feel happiness again

I want to suck that life into my veins
And feel happiness again