ï§.gð/§lâüghţërðäý: November 2009

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Look at the dead outside my window
Wonder what's on their mind?
Why do they run?
They all seem t have a mission
But then they cry themselves to sleep

You'll receive what you give
And this is like nothing
I feel like shit
But at least I feel something

Is this all you meant to be?

Their marks in the pavement
You've walked this route too many times
What if I change the signs
Would you even take notice?

You'll receive what you give
And this is like nothing
I feel like shit
But at least I feel something

Is this all you have to give?
(Go, March.)
Straight jacket union
(Go, March.)
In chains, surrender

You'll receive what you give
And this is like nothing
I feel like shit
But at least I feel something

You'll receive what you give
And this is like nothing
I feel like shit
But at least I feel something