Woorden:
Suburban Plight

Vertaling: Suburban Plight. Leeftijd van ontevredenheid.

The air is cold its all I know Can't find my bones I'm all alone My memories have faded into the unknown When did I feel was it that long ago "You'll

Smoke and mirrors, smoking guns Predicated off of the fears we love Wave the flags, raise the guns Bathing in the oceans of blood Of our daughters Of

Anthems crumble Resistance waning Eerie shrill silence White flags waving Grey flannel dissidents are always aware Burdens of loneliness are too hard

Its time to play dress-up Which mask will I wear today Its time for me to get up So I can sleep walk through the day Through the day Through the day

While we were waiting Anticipating the coming of days Silence fell down on us Killing the thoughts in us So they'll say This right to fight for a life

Here we come Down the street Here we come down the street in our big shiney yellow machine Here we come down the street in our big shiney bristled machine