Dead Poet Society

My Condition
Fuck sitting and waiting in the black sun I ride ready to die if I can be someone Weak shit, you're too scared to make it out so You sit back and I'll be here seeing it all Jack Kennedy holding back cold wars Napoleon and everything he fought for Me hustling going til I get more Til I get more This simulation we're living in I can't ignore (oh ah oh ah oh) I came so close to giving in But I want more I'll hold breath Til my own death Breaks down the door Oh yeah I want I want more I don't fuck with god, I make my own faith Too late to save my soul or my grace I'll die alone, like a forgotten saint No one will care or remember my Remember my Letras de cancionesNo one will care or remember my name This simulation we're living in I can't ignore (oh ah oh ah oh) I came so close to giving in But I want more I'll hold my breath Til my own death Breaks down the door Oh yeah I want I want more I want more Can't quite escape my condition Thought things would change the second I'm gone Second I'm gone Can't find a place where I fit in Thought life would change but baby I'm wrong But baby I'm wrong But I go on I go on This simulation we're living in I can't ignore (oh ah oh ah oh) I came so close to giving in But I want more I'll hold my breath Til my own death Breaks down the door Oh yeah I want I want more Yeah I want more From Letras Mania