Walken
But If I Have To Die I'll Die Last
What are you trying to prove
When everyone else has moved on?
There's nothing left for you to say
You act like it's back but it's gone
Just like your purpose
Your ethics and your following
Metaphors for the sake of metaphors
We wear lots of black and we're oh so charming
But we haven't said anything
Where's the meaning?
Where's the ideals that permeated our youth?
I guess that growing up means giving up to you
Destroy this charade
What do you get from saying the same thing Over and over?
Carry on
No one's listening
I'm not listening
From Letras Mania