When I was fifteen
I knew that the world was our TV,
We were dying out there
Thriving on the streets.
I was fifteen
I knew I fucking lost the choice in appeal,
Well I paid destruction,
Found decay in the comfort of the disarray.
Will you buy the ticket take the ride?
Journey through this hell with me
Broken bones and sorrow.
Journey through this hell with me
I'm going to bring you death and show you life obscene.
Now it's been fifteen years
Most of us are gone or dead or in jail.
Well I found solution paid the price
In the comfort of a cold device.
Will you buy the ticket take the ride?
We all live in fear
Afraid of who we can be.
We all live in fear
Afraid of what we are.
We can shed our fear,
We will shed our fear. |
