Tekster:
Unwritten Law Blue Room

Completing life with cold, blank eyes My final thoughts race through my mind With some brief visions of what's to come Is there a light, it is just done

A man walks through the rubble of this cold and mindless Land with a chip on his shoulder and a pistol in his hand No emotions he has immortal thoughts

Dear father, thank you for this life Hey mother, why aren't you his wife You expect respect from me Where's your responsibility I'm your responsibility

So I'm not good enough To hang out with your friends You say it's a bluff, it's no lie You want to be cool and hang with both sides But what would they

Let me paint you a picture or two Just telling you what I'd like to do Get a twelve pack and sit on the beach And look at all the hookers I'll never meet

: I remember the way when we used to play All our troubles seemed so far away That was when I lived from day to day Do you remember the times When all

: Caught in this endless trap, you neglect to see All of the aspiration built up inside of me I want to express myself and say what's on my mind You'

: So I'm not good enough to hang out with your friends You say it's a bluff, it's no lie You want to be cool and hang with both sides But what would

: Defness is a blindness deny through that burn inside Will life go on any longer a blank page in the book of life Conceive this time behind me because