Teksty: American Head Charge. The War Of Art. A Violent Reaction.

Leaft me around
And nurse my broken wing
with all the promises
you can never honour
I just don't care enough
to react to vain attempts
sent only to pepetuate on selfish little world
you wont see what I've become
You'll wait and watch and still
your only let down
a violent little reaction
struggling only to keep myself alive
now here I stand
for nothing no one at all
I lead you down
begging to touch you in the cold
you give me a reason
I will not be the one

Through all the nonsense
There is a constant
you wont see what I've become
You'll wait and watch and still
your only let down
cause this felling
has dawned on the face of you
a violent little reaction
struggling only to keep myself alive
you wont see what I've become
cause this felling
has dawned on the face of you
a violent little reaction
struggling only to keep myself alive