useless generation Baby pick up the phone Addicts of communication Addicts of communication Addicts of communication I need to communicate with you Addicts
This will be the last time that you'll ever see me blink I'm over breaking bottles, broken hearts and rusty ink I think it's cause I'm thinking that it
uncontrolled consumption of an absolute solution Experience with drug abuse Taking this drug of peace Slowly taking its toll Never question, love thru addiction
译文: 兰迪. 吸毒者传播.
译文: Soilent绿. 一个成瘾者“情人.
译文: 奖杯疤痕. 冰火。成瘾者。.
Trying not to hold my breath But my lungs are filled inside this chest I've been helpless and I couldn't have cared less Of anything that could or has
Hey Miss "Die A Little" Cuts and bruises will always heal But you still pick your poisons When you dream of alcohol and pills Hey Miss "Die A Little"
Maybe I'm jaded and bored Always looking for more Wait around for the next big fix I know I'm a wreck, I'm a mess But I couldn't care less Don't know
I fell asleep last Saturday Underneath polluted skies I walked alone on those Jersey nights, and I Saw the boardwalk start to fall The emptiness starts
- useless - generation, Baby pick up the phone Addicts of communication Addicts of communication Addicts of communication, I need to communicate - with you Addicts
I'm not in prison but I'm a prisoner of affection and I have everything I want but i have none of it on me cover me with faith in a shroud of shame I
Wonder why I'm so depressed? Fuck the world and then I'll take you with me.
An artery of held back emotions has burst The thread of this fabric has lost its wax And I've become unglued, there's nothing I can do to make a fist
Bad luck and bad timing, bad booze and bad rhyming thats my ticket to the big bad blue well I've lost faith and lost hope and spend my life heartbroken
this last drop of hate has flowered into a certain beauty of it's own. I nuture it i feed it and i watch with pride as it takes root and thrives. this
A bushel of stars and a thousand small white crosses lead me back to you A bushel of stars and a thousand small white crosses and the blood on the highway