Waking,
Falling stars from substratum
Who holds the key to break the old bonds?
Stare into space
Until you cannot see your face
I turn away
I turn, but never get back.
Trying hard to be someone,
In return you end up hollow.
Like a sinking ship I float.
A stormy sunny day, I turn away.
I've come to realize this is gone tomorrow
Brittle and frail, we (will) fall down
All that we are is a means to an end
It doesn't matter what you do
Give me your hand and open up your eyes,
And burn away release yourself
I turn away
I turn, but never get back.
Trying hard to be someone,
In return you end up hollow.
Like a sinking ship I float.
A stormy sunny day, I turn away.
I will not follow you across the silver sky of summer
And like someone from tomorrow I sense innocence
In my dreaming
I wasn't sleeping
- :
- Shoot People, Not Dope (EP)
- 89-99
- Miscellaneous
- Populution (EP)
- 2 Oz. Slab Of Hate! (EP)
- Dead Serious Distribution Sampler Summer 04
- Your Scene Sucks
- AMP Presents, Volume 2: Street Punk
- Toxic Narcotic / Misery
- People Suck
- Boston Massacre Comp
- Boston Massacre, Part 2
- 21st Century Discography
- Punx Unite: Leaders of Today
- Toxic Narcotic / A Global Threat
- One Mans Trash