So much so much for what we said No matter what I say you turn your back away Its never going to break you Its never going to make you fall Somehow between the lines is clearer I'm heading for the end On top of this bullshit and I don't want to hear it I

You should have known The price of evil And it hurts to know That you belong here, yeah Ooh, it's your fuckin' nightmare No one to call Everybody to fear Your tragic fate is looking so clear, yeah Nightmare!(now your nightmare comes to life)

The clock has ticked eleven and the place is clear Reality is kicking in and so is my beer I don't make excuses when it's all my fault If a heart is made of money he's cleaned out my vault I feel a little wounded and it isn't fair To sit inside a parlour

La da da da da da I can see it now clear Well we all change in our own ways In our own pretty ways Let's not spill the truth It's easier being alone You're a shadow of the old And I want something new You've quit dreaming again

When I'm looking up at you I'll colour me blue Only seeing myself Anything it takes to make you stay I know you're seeing black and white So I'll paint you a clear blue sky Without you I am colour-blind It's raining every time I open my eyes

Everything so clear now It's written on your face In a world within a world I can smell the bridges burn Sharks ever circling They never go away In these dark, murky waters So hard to navigate and so easy to hate Paint me black, demonize me, this is how

It's here, it's near I see it all so clear Tonight your flight will take you higher You live a life of fear Tonight's the night that will inspire Can he comfort thee Through the darkness and the pain? Will you be there once again Disciples of Babylon?

I know what it feels like Nothing really matters I breathe her Every time I see her, oh She completes me How she reads me Right or wrong It's so clear she's All that I need

Yeah, I get a kick out of you I get a kick every time I see you Standing there before me I get a kick though it's clear to me I get no kick in a plane Flying too high with some gal in the sky Is my idea of nothing to do I get no kick from champagne Mere

'Cause it's a shake down A bunch of gangstas strapped So make a wish now When they come wavin' them ghats Ya know to lay down And give em all ya got Do I make myself clear