WRITING THE FUTURE lyrics : "Rock Song"
those families who have lost their dear ones
Every waking moment
Trying to find
Room to breathe
Trying to find
Some piece of mind
I fall asleep at half past nine
When nothing else makes sense
I'm surrounded by this poison
And I can't seem to stop
I can't seem to stop
Every sleepless night
I find myself, desperate to find
Our own, piece of mind
What I'm not saying, I'm thinking far to high
Can you handle the truth right now
And would you freak out if I called you my dear
Because it would lay bare
Everything
Hello, is there anyone left in this hellhole of mind
She lies here cold
She lies here cold
Someone call 911
Hello
Is there anyone
In this
Hellhole of dreams
She lies here sore
Someone
Someone $#&@ing call 911
Hello, is there anyone in this hellhole of mind, of mind
Someone call 911
So call, call, call
Hello, hello is there anyone in this hellhole of mind
In this hellhole of dreams
You, I, Someone call
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