Woorden:
Dry Kill Logic Darker Side Of Nonsense

Now that I've come to see That it was you, not me All these lies believed Although it never occurred to me That you'd come undone You thought I'd lost

I'll give you just a little, I'll give you just a little I'll give you just a little of what you need And then I take a little and then I take a little

I don't like in you Something strange I cannot follow How you want me to However small it seems, so shallow If you only knew Such a feeling for words

JUMP! GET THE FUCK UP! THE FUCK UP! THE FUCK UP!!!!!! JUMP! GET THE FUCK UP! THE FUCK UP! THE FUCK UP!!!!!! JUMP! GET THE FUCK UP! THE FUCK UP! THE

And I will wander on alone, the strength that I will call my own Inside my mind, there is something left to find It's like this focus, not no hocus pocus

A broken man that waits to die It's no good but I wonder why You have left me here My pride, forgave, rise Give up, give in, lie down I never will As

loathe to find some sort of middle ground To work at compromise, you'll never understand What all this does to to me, I'm keeping you alive and yet it's killing