The Checkered Demon — текст песни (A.F.I.)

Too much to find, so much so little time.

So many images persist to shade my mind.

Will I ever come around or will I just hit the ground?

Will I still be standing when it all comes down?

Why can`t I seem to sort it out?

Why am I always filled with doubt

So many people everywhere,

so self-absorbed without a care of their viral lves.

I`d like to bleed them all, when all is drained who shall hold?

When mindless bodies screw tortured souls,

will somebody be there to catch me when I fall?

Why can`t I seem to sort it out.

Why am I always filled with doubt.

How could I always be so

blind? Why can`t I figure it out?

I could always hope for change, could always hope to rearrange.

But why not just abandon hope

and tear it all apart, now?





[Thanks to Somethin37@hotmail.com for these lyrics]