Wynardtage - Blurred lyrics

"On August 29th, 1997, it's gonna feel pretty f**ing real to you, too! Anybody not wearing two million sunblock is gonna have a real bad day, get it? You think you're safe and alive? You're already dead! Everybody! Him, you, you're dead already! This whole place! Everything you see is gone! You're the one living in a f**ing dream, Silberman! Because I know it happens! It happens!" The clouds, the faces stoned the ghosts of love are leaving always locked in this time what ends when anything bleeding Wear the big grey-straightjacket the rusty chains of life give up all sightless faith lay down all your pride The wishes, the shouts like water steril thoughts, an open sore and we will dissolve as blood drifts like snow Wear the old grey-straightjacket the hard blindfolded life blurred, stained and covered bury all your pride See a freezing decade of love - stained pictures turns in to hate now it's to late forever