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Tekster: Strapping Young Lad. City. Underneath The Waves.

on and on, it's on and on
on and on, it goes on and on
and no one knows why, no one knows why
a new time, with new ways
new thought, a new age

on and on, it's gone on and on
on and on, it goes on and on
say goodbye! say goodbye! say goodbye! say goodbye!
no one knows why, no one knows why
a new time, with new ways, new thought, a new age

I'm tired of waiting
I'm tired of fighting
I'm tired of waiting for fucking nothing
I'm sick of lying
I'm sick of trying
I'm tired of waiting for fucking nothing

tired of hating, bored of dying

tired of waking from the dreams of morning

sick of trying, sick of whining
tired of waking from the dreams of morning

I'm tired of waiting
I'm tired of fighting
I'm tired of waiting for fucking nothing
I'm sick of lying
I'm sick of trying
I'm tired of waiting for fucking nothing

they're underneath the waves...
they're underneath the waves...
...underneath the fucking waves...
...they're underneath the waves...