In Retrospect, Who could have known? What the Hell was running through your mind? Was it Love or was it desperation? Are you on Drugs again? Are you listening
Fill my Head, Fill my Head, with shallow dreams and hopes of things that I can not achieve Sixteen minutes for every sixty is devoted to the selling of
Everyday we step unconsciously closer to our demise, The State, The Church, The fucking TV, fills our head with lies. Telling us that we are free, is
This lie is feeding, this lie deceivinga?¦ Can you trust what you hold so dearly? Your routine and your material things. Can you let your time just slip
Faith, Fuck your faith I have my ways, don't try and threaten and pressure me, it's the same stupid shit, that I see every single day. (The more I think
