Here Brad ✌️ Padded walls slow down your impulses. Cold showers, pills with a thousand uses. You scream at night, your hysteria is unleashed, you want to forget, your life is over. Psychiatrists and nurses try to *judge you (assess mental state), find that idea and be able to kill it. Electric shocks they'll plug in you, leather straps are going to hold you down. Nothing matters anymore, you can't think [straight] They sentenced that you are raving mad, fit to be tied. You no longer have ideals or friends in your prison, and for your confinement there will be no mobilization* (*no one will try to get you out). The sun hits your face behind metal bars, and you wonder if this will ever end. Nothing matters anymore (x2), that bathtub and your sectioned throat* (*not sure what it means), they [the doctors] declared that it was to be expected [a matter of time], that you were a garbage that had to be thrown away. Nothing matters anymore, you can't think [straight] They sentenced that you are raving mad, fit to be tied.
Obra maestra sín parangón.Lucha,lucha y luha porque tienes razón aunque ell@s no lo sepan.
espectacular, ojala mas canciones!! aupaa
Bajista de oro
just discovered this band way cool don't know what they're saying but way cool
Here Brad ✌️
Padded walls slow down your impulses. Cold showers, pills with a thousand uses. You scream at night, your hysteria is unleashed, you want to forget, your life is over.
Psychiatrists and nurses try to *judge you (assess mental state), find that idea and be able to kill it. Electric shocks they'll plug in you, leather straps are going to hold you down.
Nothing matters anymore, you can't think [straight]
They sentenced that you are raving mad, fit to be tied.
You no longer have ideals or friends in your prison, and for your confinement there will be no mobilization* (*no one will try to get you out). The sun hits your face behind metal bars, and you wonder if this will ever end.
Nothing matters anymore (x2), that bathtub and your sectioned throat* (*not sure what it means), they [the doctors] declared that it was to be expected [a matter of time], that you were a garbage that had to be thrown away.
Nothing matters anymore, you can't think [straight]
They sentenced that you are raving mad, fit to be tied.
Que tiempos...............
Ondo pasa!!
😁😁😁😁🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣✌️
hay mas locos en la calle que en los spsiquiatricos comprobao y palabra
Igor Lizarralde Genaga ya dicen que si no estas un poco loc@ mal!
UFFF QUE SI QUE!
ASI ES. MUNDO LOCO
Buena canción y de actualidad. Laa otras cárceles. El otro centro de exterminio. s
Te quiero Borja
@ViciousMaximus Juasss, brutaless....estoy fuera u dentro??? jajajjajajajj!!!
pastillas con mil usos