The signs are often drifting out in front of you.
You will sit there waiting for something to slap your face.
All I wanted was some air to breathe.
Now I'm looking out if I can find my peace.
So speak thy name
And pray for a dramatic change.
The way things are going I doubt you will find your place.
The signs keep flashing out right in front of you.
You still sit there waiting for something to slap your face.
All I wanted was some air to breathe.
But now I'm looking out if I can find my peace.
So speak thy name
And pray for a dramatic change.
The way things are going I doubt you will find your place.
Waking me up, it's fucking 12 o clock, your cries are not enough.
Wait til the day (THE DAY WHEN WE FIND) we find a better way to heal our misery.
So speak thy name and pray for dramatic changes.
The words you spoke, the words you broke.
The trends you never started.
Your head's held high, you are my spite.
I wish you never started.
So go, bring the change around you!
And see where the fuck it gets you!
Your home is giving nobody hope
And your words are too damn slow.
I wish you'd shut your mouth.
Hoping just slows things down!
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