Besedila:
Red Dons

Gotta give up on this feeling It?s frustrating how easily you?re coerced Into fits of anger Daniel laughs he knows I?ve said a mouthful Even as we laugh

Everyday something happens Without warning new distractions Keeping me from what I?m after Everyday the same thing happens I try hard to be a person

Fascista No More Time For your constraints Fascista Critical eyes are upon you You censure restrictions But limit those around you So what is the difference

What?s holding me down is a form of torture That was touching my there then And still reaching me now Will I escape it I?ve tried a thousand times Oh

Simply put it?s a case of delusional People who feel they?ve finally found true love Which makes it hard More hard for them than anyone To be apart isn

Mother held back her tears as she said goodbye She must be so proud of me It?s not everyday your son, proves he?s not afraid to die I washed my hands

I walk through streets where I?m a stranger Seeking out a new direction Lost in crowds of endless people Who look the same Invisible to the masses A