Ceschi - A dreaded sunny day lyrics

Say it to my face if you mean it Facing my demons Daily Believing There's something better Next season (x2) Been breaking every bone Trying to fit into this space This box is not a home All these monsters in my brain Swallowing my body whole Take me out of this place This box is not a home Take me out of this place The calendar's changing But I'm still stuck in the same And there's no way out of this frame That they locked me in Growing gray with every pa**ing day, What a waste. Been reaching for deities to save me Or for some definition of freedom Living within levels of slavery. Rod Stewart Give me some sort of reason to believe While the wonderful world of Disney is burning. Now it seems My skin Is simply bursting at the seams And soon I'll literally spill my guts To paint the town red With my blood streams. "Awfully ominous, Aren't we? Existentialist sh** is boring. " Off with his head. Onto another story. Gory details Of survival Are forming Calluses onto my body. Only worms will witness all of this glory. Another dreaded sunny day So let's find reasons to complain! I've been around the world And noticed Humans s** the same. Clichés say....Clichés say "One day Everything will be ok" So let's go to the cemetery gates And wait for everything to fade away. "Ok" Make me up and paint me with a supermodel face. New bone structure With a more popular taste. I'm afraid my frame is far too wide To try to grace the pages of your magazine So toss me with the waste. I'm vomiting all over f**ing prominence! Slowly tearing the palace to only Rubble and embers barely glowing Say it to my bloody face if you mean it! Fame is something meaningless. Beating melodies into brains And feeding people sh**. Isn't it awful to be tossed into potholes Of poverty by apostles of gold and property? I don't even really wanna know Where the world's gonna go When the last body decomposes. Hopeless romantic dreaming up possibilities for the planet. This life - never can plan it - Baby imma live it to the fullest if I can And stand up to the gargantuan Robots and cops watching. Boxing us into some awful operating system And plotting constantly to keep the population from revolting. While the world is eroding They'll remain the only ones Controlling. The time has come! For us to stare directly into the sun The time has come! To stop blindly following swallowing crumbs The time has come! To take back any bit of freedom Gotta feeling The time has come! To hit him with punches From the bunches of us suffering. f**ing taste razor blades. Bash face to face. Displace the state In any way we may. Say no more. All of us eaten Like Animals. Beaten. Bit into our flesh And our speech Is defeated by Our own leaders. Don't tell me it's ok I don't wanna hear another damn cliché today. If you a undercover cop or a snitch You're a pig And you better not set a f**ing foot where I live. We don't even know who we are do we? It's sad to think.