Tekstovi: Last Martyrs Of A Lost Cause. Sunrays To Starlight. Everything Is Better.

We all got lost in the crowd, but we all thought we were smart
we never found our way out, at least we shot from our heart
rich-white-suburban shithole america
the place where dreams go to die

go, go, just get the fuck out of here!
go, go, just get the fuck out of here!
i pound my head on the floor
i should've done this before
just wake me up from this awful dream

the fighting started it all, and then the crazy divorce
i spent six years in the ring, it's hard to feel remorse
when your brain is pinned down with shards of broken promises
and fortune cookies that are filled with shit

i went to look at my friends to find what my life was worth
i simply couldn't contend with their possessions
so i looked for romance and fell apart in her shadow
when she found someone else to fuck

go! go!
just get the fuck out of here!
this fucking town is insane
i'm stuck here with what remains
wake me up when everything is better.

wake me up when everything is better