I?ve been inflicted With this disease I call you No surprise I?ve been misdirected Because I sometimes feel you I used to be much more I used to know
Two more and I?m on my way to my liquid personality I?ll turn into a clown No one can bring me down Who wants to get liquefied Scream, lets get unified
at the end of today If everything turns into nothing, how will you view it How will you view yourself Repeat Chorus Too many people strive to be what others
To watch your red balloon fly away It?s such a disappointment Nothing to say, much like today I?m hurting because of you, I saw you fly away Nothing
How did we get here? Dirty words and anger Is it about my fears? My stomach turns and I exhale There goes everything I finally said it this time I hope
: Es como estar, perdido en el medio, del desierto, quemandote los pies, es como creer, que todo en esta vida, muy facil se nos va a dar. El tiempo pasa
: (Parle) Le jeune facteur est mort. Il n'avait que dix-sept ans. Tout est fini pour nous deux maintenant. (Chante) L'amour ne peut voyager. Il a perdu
: No, I'm not missing a great time no matter how many ads you beat over my head. And no, I don't want the taste in the back of my mouth. It smells.
: When I was younger, I drank coffee to act grown up. I'm older now, and I know that coffee sucks. I don't want the sell out future the others are so
: I look at all the homeless people then I jump out of the way of your Beemer. Something's not right. Then I see your great big empty homes. Gucci watches
: Full time's a fool's time, time spent unwise. A nut on a bolt in a machine I despise. Selling away my life just so I can live. It doesn't make much
: Stand up for yourself. Go! Sit down, shut up. No, then get the fuck up. Don't let others always do for you. Pampered into a coma by a world you hate
: Love. They say she came from the wrong side of town. They say you're white. She's brown. They say you better keep it inside the race. They say
: I started digging in the sun-shit-storm Of dead August melted chaffed thighs Became a vaginal termite I started dropping all my pants between The
: All votes are in. Deconstruction of a culture seems obvious. Reconstruction of a culture homogenous. Snatch the taste for compassion, nothing but lies
: Hold on, where did you get those little facts from? The last I heard we hadn?t changed for anyone To celebrate you paste your hate for attention And
Hook: Give You The Facts I Can see them haters is mad Cause I get fame I don't want to brag I'm taking it back Just don't stand in my way Coming with
