Sub-culture (Substance Edit)

I like walking in the park when it gets late at night

I move 'round in the dark and leave when it gets light

I sit around by day tied up in chains so tight

These crazy words of mine so wrong they could be right

What do I get out of this?

I always try, I always miss

Whoa one of these days you'll go back to your home

You won't even notice that you are alone

One of these days when you sit by yourself

You'll realize you can't shaft without someone else

In the end you will submit

It's got to hurt you a little bit

I like talking in my sleep when people work so hard

They need what they can't keep a choice that leaves them scarred

A view without a room unveils the truth so soon

And when the sun goes down you've lost what you have found

What do I get out of this?

I always try, I always miss

One of these days you'll go back to your home

You won't even notice that you are alone

One of these days when you sit by yourself

You'll realize you can't shaft without someone else

In the end you will submit

It's got to hurt you a little bit

What do I get out of this?

I always try, I always miss

One of these days you'll go back to your home

You won't even notice that you are alone

One of these days when you sit by yourself

You'll realize you can't shaft without someone else

In the end you will submit

It's got to hurt you a little bit

What do I get out of this?

I always try, I always miss

One of these days you'll go back to your home

You won't even notice that you are alone

One of these days when you sit by yourself

You'll realize you can't shaft without someone else

In the end you will submit

It's got to hurt you a little bit

What do I get out of this?

I always try, I always miss

One of these days you'll go back to your home

You won't even notice that you are alone