Tekster: Broken Culture. You Can't Have Everything.

My brusies turn into scars
And melt inside to pull me apart
Everything's so hard
But its so easy to pull me down

No, You stole everything you wanted
And smacked my hand away
But Trash your simple little warning
I'm going to take everying

My Brains broken down
I didn't need it anyway
It left me like everything else
And it'll never come back again

No, You stole everything you wanted
And smacked my hand away
But Trash your simple little warning
I'm going to take everying

Is your God so weak he cant save you?
Is your God so dead he wont speak?
Is your God in your wallet or all in your mind?
Is Your God in your fist or what you throw behind?
Is Your God in protection or in your drug?
Is Your God in your church or is he all a lie?

No, You stole everything you wanted
And smacked my hand away
But Trash your simple little warning
I'm going to take everying

I'm Going to take everything
I'm Going to take everything
I'm Going to take everything
I'm Going to take everything