Underground_Network
May 17th, 2008, 03:45 PM
Oh I'm standing on the wall oh
and I'm afraid to fall oh
and I don't even know oh
if I'll make it home... oh
So desolate and cold oh
No one ever goes oh
To the places I do
No one ever tries oh
No one recognizes anything...
Surrounded by a box oh
Thinner than the air oh
Airtight like my mind oh
Airtight like my spine oh
Nothing in, nothing out oh
No escape at all oh...
And I'm standing on the wall oh,
And I'm afraid to fall oh,
And I don't even know oh,
If I'll make it home... oh
Run away from fear oh
That's all I ever do oh
It's such a common theme oh
I might as well be dreamin' of better...
Of better things to do oh
Of better ways to screw, up my life...
Everyday I walk oh
Down these pointless streets oh
Everyday I talk oh
About these pointless things oh..
And knowledge is the victim
Of every crime committed and all I know....
Is standing on the wall oh
And it's prepared to fall oh
And I don't even know oh
If I'll make it home oh...
Now I'm waiting by the side oh
The side of the dead road oh
The road where no one goes oh
Everyday... Is sleepless and demanding
Like you said... oh
No one gives a damn oh...
Nothing even matters,
Just like blood that spatters
People stand and cry,
But they never comprehend oh
That nothing's really there oh..
No one knows?
How does no one ever know oh?
Why does no one ever care oh?
Why does everybody stare oh?
Please answer me... Just answer me...
I'm standing on the wall oh
And I'm afraid to fall oh
And I don't even know oh
If I'll make it home oh...
If I'll make it home oh...
They don't know anything (at all)...
and I'm afraid to fall oh
and I don't even know oh
if I'll make it home... oh
So desolate and cold oh
No one ever goes oh
To the places I do
No one ever tries oh
No one recognizes anything...
Surrounded by a box oh
Thinner than the air oh
Airtight like my mind oh
Airtight like my spine oh
Nothing in, nothing out oh
No escape at all oh...
And I'm standing on the wall oh,
And I'm afraid to fall oh,
And I don't even know oh,
If I'll make it home... oh
Run away from fear oh
That's all I ever do oh
It's such a common theme oh
I might as well be dreamin' of better...
Of better things to do oh
Of better ways to screw, up my life...
Everyday I walk oh
Down these pointless streets oh
Everyday I talk oh
About these pointless things oh..
And knowledge is the victim
Of every crime committed and all I know....
Is standing on the wall oh
And it's prepared to fall oh
And I don't even know oh
If I'll make it home oh...
Now I'm waiting by the side oh
The side of the dead road oh
The road where no one goes oh
Everyday... Is sleepless and demanding
Like you said... oh
No one gives a damn oh...
Nothing even matters,
Just like blood that spatters
People stand and cry,
But they never comprehend oh
That nothing's really there oh..
No one knows?
How does no one ever know oh?
Why does no one ever care oh?
Why does everybody stare oh?
Please answer me... Just answer me...
I'm standing on the wall oh
And I'm afraid to fall oh
And I don't even know oh
If I'll make it home oh...
If I'll make it home oh...
They don't know anything (at all)...