Paroles de Feed The Weak

Walk on the border of sanity Throw yourself to the left and right Keep your head down in sleep until you find what you are searching for Medicated - free from pain! The ground is calling from the heights of the rooftop Overrated to be sane Keep me away from this personal hell Lock all the doors Oh no, no one can leave Lock all the doors All around we they scream and shout Needless pills to zone them out Strap them down and push it in Then will you find yourself within Feed the weak and tickle the sad Give a hand to the fallen mad This trip is rough and right on the edge Try to look good even when dead Bring me the tools so i can feel and believe All around they scream and shout Needless pill to zone them out Strap them down and push it in Then you will find yourself within