Chaos
(专辑: From The North - 2015)
Six-figure salary and still not fed up with insanity. Sound like you are mentally ill and I
still wonder why you keep chasing the
dollar bill. So fix your lips your hips, acting like 20 and you can't come to grips with the
plague ordinary people call age. You are working overtime, as a
banker. Organized crime, leather shoes, expensive watch, big mansion, still you cry at night. How sweet, your kids in the
backseat while you smoke and work on the
next tweet. Everyone in the
gang so happy, then it ends with a
bang. A
piece of processed food in the
corner of your mouth, When you pushed her south and because the
man that you did not plan. It was like you could not command your own body. You could not withstand. Done, when done, cash in the
hand, zip your pants up, back to a
happy marriage and family land. Let it be said, you should be dead. Let it be said, they should be dead. When I
feel down and low, in the
city of cold where the
snow falls, and no flowers seem to grow. We try to go out on tour, we try to ignore the
insecure media whores burning out of control.