Текст: Seether. Finding Beauty in Negative Spaces. 6 Gun Quota.

Yeah, yeah

I find it hard to live with all my choices
It's time to turn a deaf ear to those voices
Did you ever think to ask my opinion?
Did you ever think to ask if I'm okay?

I've burned down every bridge that I've found
Now I'm limit myself to a 6 gun quota
I've played down every feelin' I've felt
And I bottled them up 'til the well ran over

Yeah, yeah

Give every indication that you're mended
Take every rule you come across and bend it
Did you ever think to ask my opinion?
Did you ever think to ask if I'm okay?

I've burned down every bridge that I've found
Now I'm limit myself to a 6 gun quota
I've played down every feelin' I've felt
And I bottled them up 'til the well ran over

I've burned down every bridge that I've found
Now I'm limit myself to a 6 gun quota
I've played down every feelin' I've felt
And I bottled them up 'til the well ran over

It feels so good to be numb, whoa, oh
I hate what I have become, whoa, oh
It feels so good to be numb, whoa, oh

Burned down every bridge that I've found
Now I'm limit myself to a 6 gun quota
I've played down every feelin' I've felt
And I bottled them up 'til the well ran over

I've burned down every bridge that I've found
Now I'm limit myself to a 6 gun quota
Played down every feelin' I've felt
And I bottled them up 'til the well ran over

Yeah, yeah, yeah