Shout from the gutter, wasting our breath. Preaching the converted to the converted, and I’m just another sheep. Shout from the stage, wasting my breath. Preaching the converted for the converted. It’s all fucked. I want out. But I love it. Panic attack.
Shout from the gutter, wasting our breath.
Preaching the converted to the converted,
and I’m just another sheep.
Shout from the stage, wasting my breath.
Preaching the converted for the converted.
It’s all fucked. I want out.
But I love it. Panic attack.