Letras
They want my soul but not my body
They want my money but won't bury me
If god can't stop it with his finger,
Could he at least care about the caliber?
More dead kids in the gun altar
You're like a dog racing a battery
But hey, there's nothing special about me
When nerve endings burst in my head
You'll get your tunnel of light instead
Fly through your tunnel of light instead
There's no reason to believe in
Different bed sleeping spouses
Parents take pills but own lake houses
And pretend to feel real again
Michael put veins in David's hands