Lyrics
imitation
marred by frustration
as I dig my sins
right in my skin
there's no argument
with this hollow point
being subordinate
with your hollow voice
no thoughts of your own
you're just a bunch of fakes
you're just a bunch of snakes
you make up your own past
as you lie there in the grass
giving into peer pressure
no thoughts of your own
no thoughts of your own
knick-knack paddy-whack give-a-dog-a-bone
you have no place to call your home
you make up your own past
coiled up to strike in the grass--
giving into peer pressure
no thoughts of your own
no thoughts of your own
knick-knack paddy-whack give-a-dog-a-bone
you have no place to call your home
OOOOOOOOO AAAAAAAAAA
you're just a bunch of counterfeits (counterfeits)
acting cool by getting blitzed (getting blitzed)
you make up your life
you tell all these lies
just for fear of being ostracized
you're just a bunch of counterfeits (counterfeits)
acting cool by getting blitzed (getting blitzed)
you make up your life
you tell all these lies
just for fear of being ostracized
If we all grow up eventually, why do all the good die young?
God is really testing me, I'll scream, no voice left in my lungs.
mind is aging with the rest of me, more adversity to overcome,
this always gets the best of me, the rest of me I've over thunk.
yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah!
[singing] [clean vocals]
If we all grow up eventually, why do all the good die young? (die young)
God is really testing me, I'll scream, no voice left in my lungs. (my lungs)
mind is aging with me, more adversity to overcome, (overcome)
this always gets the best of me, the rest of me I've over thunk. (over thunk)
take me back to-the
simpler days-the
simpler days-the
simpler days-the
simpler days
take me back to-the
simpler days-the
simpler days-the
simpler days-the
simpler days
at the mall with all my friends,
at the park with other kids,
swinging on the swings,
and sliding on the slides,
but now I'm pushing paper,
grinding life,
in this daily 9 to 5.
but now I'm pushing paper,
grinding life,
in this daily 9 to 5.
I know that It'll be like this everyday until we dieeeee.
take me back to-the
simpler days-the
simpler days-the
simpler days-the
simpler days
take me back to-the
simpler days-the
simpler days-the
simpler days-the
simpler days
If we all grow up eventually, why do all the good die young?
God is really testing me, I'll scream, no voice left in my lungs.
mind is aging with the rest of me, more adversity to overcome,
this always gets the best of me, the rest of me I've over thunk.
take me back to-the
simpler days-the
simpler days-the
simpler days-the
simpler days
take me back to-the
simpler days-the
simpler days-the
simpler days-the
simpler days
