November 24, 1995

Letra de November 24, 1995

GêneroHardcore
Duração2:57
Idioma originalInglês
Visualizações616
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1-2.. 1-2-3.. 1-2-3... Go! It's fucking all the same And "hello" was all I could muster to say With a hate-filled lie screaming my name I grab a photo and begin to play We never find a way out Put on some raspberry chapstick I am the knife that loves to cut And make lunch out of his guts It resembles something I can feel I was a man who fought no sin And I pour a bowl of surreal Come home before you find one Lost, lost, lost, lost In my opinion longer than it should And if only I could Last chance to change this Lost but found, Lost and found I don't believe people contribute to it The lost life is underground Say, say something else Anyway I might as well It's fucking all a game And "hello" was all I could muster to play With a hate-filled lie screaming so tame I grab a photo and begin to say We never find a way out Put on some raspberry chapstick I am the knife that loves to cut And make lunch out of his guts It resembles something I can feel I was a man who fought no sin And I pour a bowl of surreal Come home before you find one Lost, lost, lost, lost In my opinion longer than it should And if only I could Last chance to change this Lost but found, Lost and found I don't believe people contribute to it The lost life is underground Say, say something else Anyway I might as well It's all the last thing I thought about She sighs her way in listens to the shouts It's all the last thing I thought about She sighs her way in listens to the shouts It's all the last thing I thought about (Give me, give me almost something) She sighs her way in listens to the shouts (And that future rose in the mourning) It's all the last thing I thought about (Give me, give me almost something) She sighs her way in listens to the shouts (And that future rose in the mourning) It's all the last thing I thought about (Give me, give me almost something) She sighs her way in listens to the shouts (And that future rose in the mourning) Lost, lost, lost, lost In my opinion longer than it should And if only I could Last chance to change this Lost but found, Lost and found I don't believe people contribute to it The lost life is underground Say, say something else Anyway I might as well Last chance to change this Lost but found, Lost and found I don't believe people contribute to it The lost life is underground Say, say something else Anyway I might as well Last chance to change this Lost but found, Lost and found I don't believe people contribute to it The lost life is underground Say, say something else Anyway I might as well Yeah.. that's all