martes, 20 de marzo de 2012

me había olvidado de la genialidad de este tema;

I haven't been home for a while, I'm sure everything's the same: Mom and Dad both in denial, an only child to take the blame. Sorry Mom, but I don't miss you. Father's no name you deserve. I'm just a kid with no ambitions, wouldn't come home for the world. You'll never know what I've become, the king of all that's said and done. The forgotten son. This city's buried in defeat, I walk along these no name streets. Wave goodbye to all, as I fall...

At the dead end I begin to burn the bridge of innocence. Satisfaction guaranteed, a pill away catastrophe. On a mission, nowhere bound, inhibitions underground. A shallow grave I have dug all by myself. And now I've been gone for so long, I can't remember who was wrong. All innocence is long gone, I pledge allegiance to a world of disbelief where I belong.

A walking disaster, the son of all bastards.
You regret you made me, it's too late to save me.

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