Tekst piosenki
Youre right Im not in the mood to talk
Drove late back home, no lights were on
Though the color of night, everything seems red
Damn things that crawl behind my speedy head
Its hard to sleep in soft bed at night
When your conscience raves
Its on the streets, its everywhere
Rage is all around me
That from the gutter echoes back
Confusing signs drill into my head
Cant you smell the waft of dirt while you walk
Stop facing things with eyes turned to walls
Dont place a frame onto others disgrace
To call it art and just live on carefully
While their tears blur their certain end
You yawn and go to bed, you failed to stand
They hold a spear in despair
Thats not art to me
The cutting edge is on your neck
Sarcastic smiles will motivate the stab
