Tekster: 98 Mute. Class Of '98. Breakdown.

How many hits to the head will it take 'til you relize it hurts? Does it really make you feel all that great so what's it really worth I don't want to see you go down I don't want to see you breakdown I don't want to see you fall (down) It's in your face you can't deny it I know where you've been and where you'll go tonight Running a race everyone loses so why run at all When we were young it was so much fun smoking and drinking the boredom away You lost the thrill so you upped the ante but I wasn't so quick to play You lost your youth you lost your passion now it seems you don't care at all You built a house out of playing cards how long 'till it falls Don't you call me a hypocrite we both know I like to have my fun too But nothing's gotten a hold on me like the shit that possesses you It's gotten so sad the way you depend on something other than yourself to make your life fun The hardest part the tragedy is that you don't see the damange done.