Used to be one of the rotten ones and he liked you for that Used to be one of the rotten ones and he liked you for that Used to be one of the rotten ones
Out in the desert sky tonight With nothing but my head Under the watchful eyes you're You're thinking the thoughts of dread Wanting to tear myself apart
A waste of time, a waste of life, a waste of youth, oh... A waste of minds, a waste of life, and where were you? Oh... When I look back on this, will
Artist: Filter Song: "In Dreams" Album: "Anthems for the Damned" Written by: Richard Patrick Come take me To the place of your bereavement Let me
A night turns to daylight Daylight brakes you You feel lost and lonely Your thoughts betrayed you It isn't the first time It won't be the last This crushed
I started to think about becoming extinct by the way that we?re going. I started to think that we?re close to the brink if you don?t hurry. I started
Haunted by your voices feel dead and unconscious pain and hate become our process it spreads as he watches hatred is contagious hatred is contagious
They just keep swallowing us They just keep hustling us They just keep beating us down, down They just keep holding us back Wished I could just see the
I'd like to break free from here It's gotten clear The reasons have smeared I'd like to break free from here The land of the lonely The reasons are phony
I keep the bottles around, and my head held down, which is what you do in this place. I keep the bottles around, and my spirits down, as I watch you
Take what little pride we have away Heres to them.. Heres to them. Makes so little difference anywhere Heres to us.. Heres to us. And I wish you could
Clean There ain't nobody that's clean Down in the basement Down here the saints turn mean Love Ain't nobody loving Down here your head stays low You
I'm sick and tired of punk metal crap Can't you see that's not where I'm at I've just gone through a timewarp, I say I'm going back to my roots today
You really piss me off Every time I open my eyes I see that our government Is just an enemy in disguise They take away the rights From those they feel
Johnny can't read, Johnny can't write Johnny ain't have much of a life Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah His father told him to be a marine To fight a war he
Right now 1977 When punk first came alive Was part of the class rebellion From the misfits of that time People needed solutions From the boredom of
Don't got no time left, I've lost my home Standing on the streets, man, I'm all alone No job, no girl, nothing my own Looks like I've got no future, my
