NIL

So, so sick of the same things over I'm immune to the things you say and do And I'm tired of hanging around Hanging out for the knife to push right through Push it through And time, and time, and time again Quick here comes another Won't you suck it in And we play outside on a rainy day You ask me in, so you can throw me away New impotent life We Face the colour strike Impotent life We Face the colour strike I can't get it right I can't get it right So, so sick and I'm not getting better I can't stop. Light me another one Push me into the ground Six feet under and still going down I feel you against my skin I rip myself open to let you in And this right that we exercise The bit’s in your teeth, the blood’s in your eyes I've got no time to analyze it As the speed picks up it melts your disguise So alive, that you're killing me It's the thrill that you get and it's killing me And so begins the start of my new impotent life New impotent life We face the colour strike New impotent life We face the colour strike I can't get it right I can't get it right I still can't get it right I can't get it right I can't get it right Get it right Get it right Get it right Get it right Get it right Get it right Get it right Get it right