the sky is always grey on my way back home
a warm room is waiting but the walls will be cold
falling down, and the world just keeps on spinning round and round
I am drying out, I can not concentrate
my brain is a moldy peace of shit, oooh fuck, I have lost my weed
falling down, and the world just keeps on spinning round and round
but our chains are melting in our hands, the chains are melting in our dirty hands
we've been hiding in the dust of the days, but the sun starts rising I can see in your face, the sun starts rising I can see it in your face
but our chains are bursting in our hands, the chains are bursting in our dirty handy
arriving in the day, no longer waiting for a change, let's stop to blame ourselves, we always tried our best
lets stop to blame ourselves, we always tried our best
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