[00:00.00] 作曲 : Not Documented
[00:16.98]These walls keep closing in
[00:18.54]I'm just a mannequin
[00:21.27]Whoa! it's time to go
[00:23.37]Don't come too close to me
[00:24.69]I can't find no space to breath
[00:26.10]Whoa! it's time to go
[00:29.61]My touch the kiss of death
[00:30.84]More sick with every breath
[00:32.16]I just can't seem to slow it down now
[00:35.58]Why line up to conform
[00:37.05]Why wear a uniform to grow old and die
[00:39.63]In this same ****ing tow
[00:42.06]Obsessed with misery
[00:43.29]Life holds no joy for me
[00:44.73]Whoa! it's time to go
[00:47.97]No colors only gray
[00:49.74]I die a little everyday
[00:51.00]Whoa! it's time to go
[00:54.93]My touch the kiss of death
[00:55.83]More sick with every breath
[00:57.09]I just can't seem to slow it down now
[01:00.51]Why line up to conform
[01:02.04]Why wear a uniform to grow old and die
[01:04.59]In this same ****ing tow
[01:18.66]I'm born wrong too dead to feel
[01:20.40]Wake up it's all to real
[01:21.63]Whoa! it's time to go
[01:23.49]Switched off there's no more pain
[01:26.34]Padded walls I'm half insane
[01:27.72]Whoa! it's time to go
[01:31.20]My touch the kiss of death
[01:32.67]More sick with every breath
[01:33.93]I just can't seem to slow it down now
[01:37.29]Why line up to conform
[01:38.82]Why wear a uniform to grow old and die
[01:41.40]In this same ****ing tow

作曲 : Not Documented
These walls keep closing in
I'm just a mannequin
Whoa! it's time to go
Don't come too close to me
I can't find no space to breath
Whoa! it's time to go
My touch the kiss of death
More sick with every breath
I just can't seem to slow it down now
Why line up to conform
Why wear a uniform to grow old and die
In this same ****ing tow
Obsessed with misery
Life holds no joy for me
Whoa! it's time to go
No colors only gray
I die a little everyday
Whoa! it's time to go
My touch the kiss of death
More sick with every breath
I just can't seem to slow it down now
Why line up to conform
Why wear a uniform to grow old and die
In this same ****ing tow
I'm born wrong too dead to feel
Wake up it's all to real
Whoa! it's time to go
Switched off there's no more pain
Padded walls I'm half insane
Whoa! it's time to go
My touch the kiss of death
More sick with every breath
I just can't seem to slow it down now
Why line up to conform
Why wear a uniform to grow old and die
In this same ****ing tow