Print

So, you say you want to talk. You want what I've needed all along. And you say I've only set you up for something you'll never recover from. It's such a shame. In all those things you say. People actually have faith.In every false emotion you fabricate.You tell me that you're tired of feeling sorry for your past. Well, buddy that guilt--it isn't viablebecause you never really stopped.It's such a shame. In all those pills you take there is nothing there to cure everything about you, you hate.I never said I wanted to be sensible. A thorn breaks the skin of sincerity and its shame trickles down its back. This path is so much darker than it ever was. Followed far too many times in the print of newspapers, the letters will never let the story die. So pour this developer down your throat and watch yourself take shape and intensify before there's nothing left to wait for.What do we have left to wait for? Aus Songtexte Mania