Tekster: Swellers (The). Long And Hard. Turn Black.

The sky bleeds black tonight. A lack of ambient light. It's unlikely that my sparkplug will reignite. Been so dead today. Sick of driving, anyway, and I doubt that I will sleep ok. This disarray. I live in constant fear. Just want to get out of here. Everytime I leave an old town it disappears. Leave every run-down shack, and I won't ever look back. Every memory of friends turn black. Been here before. When dreams come true I still want more. (No! No!) Can't find anything. (No! No!) Worth my time. (No! No!) Inhibited. There's so much waiting. Never satisfied with what keeps me alive. Living has been nice but sometimes I'd rather die. In my head things drown. These things keep dragging me down. I like thinking no one cares when I'm not around. Been here before. When dreams come true I still want more. (No! No!) Can't find anything. (No! No!) Worth my time. (No! No!) Inhibited. There's so much waiting