The Bells

(альбом: Brothers Can't Be Friends - 2008)

All the kids I used to spend my time with but now can't stand
Seem to be dying of natural causes (of natural causes)
And I could reach my arms with my two hands
In the middle of a crowded room and not touch anyone
Someone talk to me

We are so cold, we are so underground (we are so cold)
Developed in small rooms, speak up loudly now

And when I call, and I will call, make sure you throw your phone as hard as you can at the wall

Like my wisdom teeth, all my friends want out
I look nervous and I should
It's gonna hurt more than we had planned, as I split blood out of my mouth
It was nice when I woke up, but then the clouds came down like pain
But it isn't all that bad; the desert could use the rain

I need to tattoo (need to tattoo) this new black eye (so fucked up)
Shave my head to the skin to let everyone know just how

We are so cold, (we are so cold) we are so underground (we are so underground).
Developed in small rooms, speak up loudly now

And when I call, and I will call, make sure you throw your phone as hard as you can at the wall