A Holiday turn worlds away
for everyone when will they come
I sit and count the passing days
thinking when I was young
nothing's syncing
It's all sick and everything's f*cked
and nothing is ever new to me
born a freak so I fill my pockets
and save a bit for you
serenity nothing for me
my head fell a clean above me
a anxious heart pushed to extremes
i wonder when i will make how long
nothing's syncing
It's all sick and everything's f*cked
and nothing is ever new to me
born a freak so i fill my pockets
and save a bit for you
for them for them it's done much more than this
for them for them until i'm lost in this yeah
nothing's syncing
It's all sick and everything's f*cked
and nothing is ever new to me
born a freak so I fill my pockets
and save a bit for you save a bit for you.
