Текст: Radical Face. Otras Canciones. Glory.

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I was born when they took my name

When the world turned wicked, when I joined their game

But I turned upon them

Like you always knew I'd do



I sat and dreamed at the foot of your bed

Split my skull and reached inside my head

Pulled out the pictures and wished that I'd forget

But you stitched me up then

Wiped the blood from off my chin



Now I sit on rooftop's edge

Muddy street beneath my swollen head

Trying to forget you

But we've never met



And the sky is ripped from the flying clouds

The chimneys' mouths spewing smoke around

And I can't stop coughing

My lungs just won't calm down

But still I keep grinning

As the blood from my face stains the ground



A bird, caught in the wires

Pleading for help I can't provide, I'm not that big

I hope for the best but nothing changes, I'm sorry



But I was blessed with bad eyes

There's a lot that I missed but I don't mind, I'm not that old

I'll find out what broke me soon enough