Theory Of Revolution
Don't want to think about it, but I see it every dayCorrupted innocence just doesn't seem to fade awaySpoiled so young, you know it's bound to last,But when you're living in the city,You've gotta grow up fast
And it makes me sickGod, it makes me sickAnd it makes me sickGod, it makes me sick
Don't want to think about it, but I see it every dayIf you want to buy affluence, your soul you'll have to payWasting away the prime of your life,But it's been done that way for years,So you know it must be all right
And it makes me sickGod, it makes me sickAnd it makes me sickGod, it makes me sick
It's just not right!Don't wanna think about it, but I see it every dayWith every sip and every shot, mind and bodies fade awayFriends are all gone, and memories don't last,But when you've fallen off the wagon,You seem to fall so damn fast