Вступление
[Intro]
(x2)
[Verse 1]
You are no comedian, your scene is not a joke
the message left intact until you spoke
scribbled down on tattered linen then moved to a glass display
til you cracked the glass, snatched it and ran away
the kids in their bedrooms are screaming
we're old enough now
to reclaim a conscious clear
we have to start somehow
let them be
the sentiment is all but lost on all but me
cause unknown
a sense of loss makes me feel less alone
[Chorus]
days are so much better spent wading through seas of discontent yeaaah
(x2)
[Verse 2]
the time has come to come to terms with all the things you've done
the guilt and anger you try and outrun
spend your days having pillow talk with the bottle on your floor
til the dialogue just leaves you wanting more
you cradle your booze like a baby
grieve identity lost
trade our words for spitting fire
ignorance in favor of desire
still I go
in search for answers I may never know
still I find
the strain of search helps me sleep through the night
an uphill battles still a fight
[Chorus]
days are so much better spent wading through seas of discontent yeaaah
[Outro]
and I would rather drown
then end up like you now