Knots in my laces,
Feet in wrong places,
Eyes water and no one could care,
Midori or vodka,
Either would do at your sisters,1
Stars in my eyes and a whole lotta' clouds in my head,
Falling down, Falling down,
Drunk and wasted in my bed,
Drill this hole, Drill this hole,
Drill it baby through head.2
This city swallows my ambition,
This world kills my identity,
This place hurts my feelings
And I need to get a grip,3
Am I the waiting?
Do I need an appointment?
How many people you got queueing?
Does god judge me or do you my dear?
Does faith in him allow me fear for what I could be?4
Am I the only one burning?
I need to be saved,
Drag me from the dirty carcass of peer pressure,
Inject my needs and avert my fears,
Shoot down the whiskey and numb the addiction tears,5
Don't act like a martyr,
When your cross ain't ready to be dragged,
Don't crucify yourself,
No one would appreciate the sacrifice,
Don't move for a second,
Don't sleep at all,
Think about me for a minute,
Think of the light...
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