Woorden: The Used. My Pesticide.

Stuck here sitting in your own mess, sinking
Call up arms a search for a better word
A mess you made, a smell you chose, and break in front of you
Better off on your own you said, and I've seen that look in your eye
It's embarrassing,
A one note cold to make this quite unpleasant poison, and it's.....

My life, my pesticide, works over time
Make it last, well I would
It's my life, by me this time, my pesticide, slow to kill your dreams

Staying paralyzed, another day wasted, colours fade to grey like the never do
The whole thing spins and yes you chose, to think for only you
So pull the pin and let the whole thing go
Between that smile and look it's embarrassing
A shallow soul, to let this quite unpleasant poison, and it's....

My life, my pesticide, works over time
Make it last, well I would
It's my life, by me this time, my pesticide, slow to kill your dreams

Slow, slow, slow, slow to kill your dream,
Slow, slow, slow, slow to kill your,
Slow to kill your, to kill your, to kill your dreams

My life, my pesticide, works over time
Make it last, well I would
It's my life, by me this time, my pesticide, slow to kill your dreams

Slow, slow, slow, slow to kill your dream,
Slow, slow, slow, slow to kill your,
Slow to kill your, to kill your, to kill your,
Kill your Dreams