The glass is not half full, its not half empty Instead it lays half fucked up on the floor Reason has gone, purpose has gone All that's guaranteed's the fucking state we're in
We bring nothing in We'll take nothing with us when we leave We bring nothing in We'll take nothing with us when we leave
A hunger in your haunt Are you taking pleasure in the storm? Brace yourself, here's a slap across the jaw Can you find any hunger in your haunt?
My mind is crying out for stimulation It's been dark a while so where's the fucking dawn? Wisdom no morе, eloquence no morе All I loved has broken down and gone to seed
We bring nothing in We'll take nothing with us when we leave We bring nothing in We'll take nothing with us when we leave
A hunger in your haunt Are you taking pleasure in the storm? Brace yourself, here's a slap across the jaw Can you find any hunger in your haunt?
A hunger in your haunt Are you taking pleasure in the storm? Brace yourself, here's a slap across the jaw Can you find any hunger in your haunt?
Compositor: Simon Alexander Neil (PRS)Editor: Imagem Sounds (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #33715731 em 19/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM