Fed Up
(...Say!)
Nothing to say, nothing to do, nothing to break
Nothing to ease the pain
You're half way on your knees
There's not a soul around, who can feel the shame
Uhh, we're fed up with so much junk
It's just a matter of time till we're nothing but waste
But even though it makes no sense
It seems that most of us love the taste
Ch.:
Why don't you
Save yourself
Tread me down
Wave your pride
All around
Seconds before the impact the smiling stops
Only for one last sight
Some people scream, some kneel or hide
While others tumble through the crowd
Why don't you fall?
Is there anything left to fight for?
Anything… anything at all?
So here's an old friend: name's War
Well I think, I think you've met before
Ch.:
Why don't you
Save yourself
Tread me down
Wave your pride
All around
Save yourself
Cut me out
Taste of blood
In your mouth
(Say!)