| When I feel like «fuck it I’ve had enough»
|
| Might as well bury my head in the sand and run from the world
|
| No music or politics, I’m done with all of it, I just can’t take no more
|
| It’s easy to let the world get you down
|
| Look around
|
| It seems that every towns
|
| The haves, the have nots
|
| Lives we admire
|
| Rags to rags lot that never climb higher
|
| We’re on a ladder of life, the ladder of success
|
| The ladder of fucking over other people the best
|
| It’s a game of chess, where the pawns get sacrificed
|
| They got limited movement and their on the frontline
|
| Yeah, the game’s rigged from the start
|
| This we know in our heart
|
| Yet we pick up the dice and play a part
|
| But would it be better to act like a spoilt little brat?
|
| Kick over the whole game with no shame
|
| «I ain’t playin' if I can’t win»
|
| Prayin' if I can’t sin
|
| What is a wife saying to a daft king?
|
| Not much, power’s fucked
|
| I know it runs the world, sometimes it’s too much
|
| Like «fuck it I’ve had enough»
|
| Might as well bury my head in the sand and run from the world
|
| No music or politics, I’m done with all of it, I just can’t take no more
|
| When I feel like «fuck it I’ve had enough» x3
|
| In the end I’m like «Shutup you coward, just suck it all up»
|
| Can’t sleep, my mind’s runnin'
|
| On a path of it’s own and I ain’t sure that I’m even comin'
|
| All night I been tryna get a wink
|
| The sun comes up now and I ain’t had a blink
|
| I think too bloody much
|
| All the voices go around in my mind and I can’t shut 'em up
|
| They say «ignorance is bliss»
|
| I ain’t sayin' it is
|
| On those nights when I can’t shut off, I get pissed
|
| For me, this is most nights of the week
|
| If we look at the world then how could we sleep?
|
| See in my deeper moments
|
| I can only keep the on what is wrong with the world and we can’t even solve it
|
| Like we ain’t involved with anything promoted than to focus on our own little
|
| selves
|
| The rest can go to hell
|
| How do I know it so well? |
| It’s me
|
| Specially at those times I wanna flee from reality
|
| Like «fuck it I’ve had enough»
|
| Might as well bury my head in the sand and run from the world
|
| No music or politics, I’m done with all of it, I just can’t take no more
|
| When I feel like «fuck it I’ve had enough» x3
|
| In the end I’m like «Shutup you coward, just suck it all up»
|
| The road to depression I’m guessin' is oiled by a choked expression
|
| And of course naked oppression
|
| The lessons we’re supposed to learn, is not possible
|
| Cause you are not a fool and the teacher’s horrible
|
| So what choice left is there for sensitive souls?
|
| Fight the power or let it swallow us whole?
|
| It is easily done, look what we’ve become
|
| If we could, I’m sure we’d find a way to put out the sun
|
| Sometimes when I feel like collapsin'
|
| Or giving in to the times that I’m trapped in
|
| I contemplate all the others overcoming their fears
|
| Fighting battles far harder so that I could be here
|
| Then I feel like the silly little boy that I am
|
| Count my blessings in the moment and get back tothe plan
|
| Inspiration is the strangest thing
|
| How it travels one spirit to another, transforms how we think
|
| I know spirit is a dirty word, in this world obsessed with what we have and
|
| what do we earn
|
| But its the only way to explain the voices inside of you
|
| Only satisfied when you are inspired to
|
| Its the reason when we feel we’ve had enough, always in the end we manage to
|
| get back up
|
| Like «fuck it I’ve had enough»
|
| Might as well bury my head in the sand and run from the world
|
| No music or politics, I’m done with all of it, I just can’t take no more
|
| When I feel like «fuck it I’ve had enough» x3
|
| In the end I’m like «Shutup you coward, just suck it all up»
|
| Life is hard, life is beautiful
|
| Life is strange, and life is unusual
|
| If life’s a stage, then who wrote the musical? |
| (Who wrote the musical?) |