| tonight the drugs are infected
|
| we are on a way
|
| as if they drop by to see me uninvited
|
| and I am a wallflower
|
| maybe a better father
|
| this is our job
|
| the second time is dependence
|
| today maybe they call
|
| you describe every praise you pass through them all
|
| then he ask for your head, and I thougt to burn your bed
|
| try to pretend, but this is your life
|
| somehow it feels right
|
| I’m calling this evolution
|
| I’m falling for institution
|
| one segnation unvaliable you
|
| tomorrow I survive the questions
|
| now is period with cold effervescence
|
| my world is true waiting by you
|
| here they come again
|
| I could never find the words
|
| so I discuss and inverse
|
| until it comes I’ve done me wrong
|
| the simplest song, if you sing along
|
| Where are you this time
|
| Where are you this time
|
| I’m gonna be the only well
|
| I’m painting a revolution
|
| I’m falling for institution
|
| one call us unvaliable blue
|
| shine a confort in a one convention
|
| but this are no injection
|
| this is an excuse ending by you
|
| tonight the drugs are infected, we are on a way |