torsdag 3 september 2009

Enemies we are.

The sleepless nights, The drugs, the fights.
Won't shred me, won't black my sight.

The tenth cup of coffee, beeing rude to bruce lee
Won't tear me down, won't scatter me.

It's everyday life and boredom,
that's gonna kill me some day

Everyday life and boredom,
where I don't have a say.