| Lyrics: | Trip down the stairs into hell
Cathay de I miss your smell
A mixture of puke, beer, stale
piss
Fuck, sweat, and fear
Adrenaline addicted, the blood leak
From my head kinda
concerned my friends
But at the time it felt so right
The music blaring on, now that
desperation's gone
(The song is same) The desperation's gone
Turn, tune the knob k-go
Some alternal radio
Strategic marketing hype, media, stereotype
Has our music been
castrated? Yes
To you it may sound good
To me it sounds all wrong
The notes and
chords sound similar
The same forbidden beat, but
The desperation's gone (the song's the
same)
But the desperation's gone |
