Rabbit Junk
Demons
Demons!I can't feel anythingI can't feel anythingI have become the painI have become my own demonsI'm tired of being a punkYeah, like I ever wasI'm tired of being myselfYeah, like I ever amLike a quarter dug out of a homeless man's pocketLike a finger torn out from the socketI tried it and I knock itI'm just mad, because nobody wants to steal my soulI'm tired of being made upYeah, like I ever amI'm tired of being tied downYeah, like I ever wasTurn the radio onTo the techno stationKeep it a few points offSo it sounds all roughThen it matches my headAll static with its meters in the redI'm feeling half dead
From Letras Mania