Oh hideous
year
We angels of lead
We're dead, we're sick
Hanging by a thread
Get real
Get real
You can't stop meaningful
Those teenage eyes
From deep behind fifty year old eyes
Get real
Get real
I'm scared to touch
Too tense to be undone
I walk the streets
Not expecting morning sun
Against the voice of doom
Face fall over town
I guess I should, I feel I should
Get real
Get real
What's up?
What happened when I wasn't around?
Who did what?
What went down?
Get real
Get real
Think about myself
It happens to me
It happens in the tunnel
When I let myself feel
Get real
Get real
I'm scared to touch
Too tense to be undone
I walk the streets
Not expecting morning sun
I feel it all through breakdowns
Falling all over town
I feel I should, I guess I should
Get real
Get real
Get real
Get real
The dazzle of light
The rape of life
The seeds that curse
The chance of life
Get real
Get real
Get real
Get real |