Letras
All the nice people
Are sitting in small rooms completely alone
Gazing out windows,
At billboards and strip shows on streets far below
Kicked in the teeth
From a very young age
Its hard to get over the rage...
All the bad people
Are laughing in big rooms
With music and booze
Talking bout money
And trips where its sunny
From August to June
Blessed from their birth
Like a beautiful song
They can't do anything wrong
Softly you call out to no one there at all
Slowly you fade into nothing
The saddest of people are hidden in dark rooms
That you'll never see
Tortured by demons
And life without reasons
They pass in their sleep
Softly you call out to no one there at all
Slowly you fade into nothing
Rejoice you are going away
Rejoice you are going to fade