Tekst :
So this is not your golden yearWhen you add up the blues and the greys
And you re standing face to face with your fears
Feeling your head against the wall
So maybe you re not the golden child
Just this once, your luck is not enough
Oh, and no one that you ask can tell you why
You re feeling your head against the wall
Your brow is wet with blood and sweat
Hoping that someday you ll see the sunshine streaming through
Oh, and I wish I could tell you that this was the worst it could get
feeling your head against the wall
No no no no no no no no no no
It goes on and on and on into the endless night
It will be over soon
Through it goes on and on and on into the endless night
It will be over soon
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on...
Tekst :
I see it all through my window it seems,Never failing, like millions of bees.
Pull out the drawer, no time to be won,
Only to do, what can be done.
Peak hour, peak hour, peak hour.
Minds are subject to what should be done,
Problem solved, time cannot be won.
One hour a day, one hour a night,
She s trying to be, ooh,
Home, in full flight.
Peak hour, peak hour, peak hour.
It makes me want to run out and tell them,They ve got time.
Take a step back out and look in,
I ve found out, I ve got time.
Minds are subject to what should be done,
Problem solved, time cannot be won.
One hour a day, one hour a night,
She s trying to be, ooh,
Home, in full flight.
Peak hour, peak hour, peak hour.
Tekst :
I saw them all around todayThey don t stop they won t go away
They love the darkness in my eyes
Help me find a way out when I m lost within myself
They show me everything I need
There s nothing wrong with a little greed
Never enough to satisfy
Such a driving desire that burns inside
My life came with it s own scars
I don t need you to tell me about your sorrow
I can t say I ve seen it all
But I live for the things that keep me hollow
Everyday I look into the mirror
Staring back I look less familiar
I ve seen all seven faces
Each one looks a lot like me
They all look like me
I never see them coming
But they show me more of myself
Drawn into the depths
I never knew existed
Launching me face first
Into the pleasures of pure lust and greed
I am becoming all things envied, I am the excess
I want it all more pain more sex more lies more of
everything
My Life came with it s own scars
I don t need you to tell me about your sorrow
I can t say I ve seen it all
But I live for the things that keep me hollow
Everyday I look into the mirror
Staring back I look less familiar
I ve seen all seven faces
Each one looks a lot like me
They all look like me
I am becoming all things envied, I am the excess
I want it all more pain more sex more lies more of
everything