Wish I was too dead to cry My self affliction fades Stones to throw at my creator Masochists to which I cater You don't need to bother I don't need to
Why hold on? Your hands are getting sore You must be scared of something From the time before, well... We're here again How long, who knows? It's not
Apocalypse horizon Dead trees on rough terrain With rocks to keep your eyes on Dark clouds threaten rain If I die all alone and you endowed Will I see
Does your conscience ever bother you When somebody calls my name Tries to think of all that I've gone through And hang your head in shame Someone came
Stop and look around at politics No, nothing's changed, it still remains The same old fear, the things we hear I've heard enough, I won't adhere Why bother
I picked up the paper this morning And read all the daily blues The world is one big tragedy I wonder what I can do About all the pain and injustice
Don't let it Teardrops bother you Don't let it Teardrops bother you Don't let it If I should shed a tear It's just the love I'm showing 'cause you're
I'm a fool , I've taken no advice And I'm so cruel , I'm talkin' to you nice But then again you may not take me back Oh just to put my hat back on
As soon as torn from womb until death I'll stand in your way Setting a barrage to these souls Which christian and holy Locked the doors to your refuge
Take me away from here Up where the air is clear And there's nothing to do And nothing to say You say all men are good Well I would be if I could But
Why should the Father bother to call us His children? Why should the Spirit hear it when we pray? Why should the Father bother to be concerned with all
Verse 1: Wish I was too dead to cry My self-affliction fades Stones to throw at my creator Masochists to which I cater Chorus: You don't need to
[Satrapold:] Ja nechci mnoho trapiti jiz panowe was sluch, kdyz je treba se napiti a zizni splatit dluh. Wsak dowolte mi rici jen co na srdci ted mam
I am scared as I can be, to where I can't breathe. I am lonely as I can be, lonely as I will let me be here alone with you. With you. I wished too hard
It's a reason why I got control It's the treason, better off alone Got an answer; individual creed Got advantage, don't really need 'em Shouldn't have
Wish I was too dead to cry, the self-affliction fades, stones to throw at my creator, Masochist to which I cater. You don?t need to bother I don?t need
Wish I was too dead to cry A self affliction face Stones to throw at my creator Masochist to which I cater You don't need to bother I don't need to be
Wish I was too dead to cry My self-affliction fades Stones to throw at my creator Masochists to which I cater You don't need to bother; I don't need