Texty:
Chevelle Live From The Road

fight, I want to prove I'm right. I want to fight, I want to fight, So turn and forfeit. Forfeit. Learn from this, Prehistoric dance and Refrain from

: Don't grip, you're choking What life was, trying to Lift up the rage from a season of play I don't blame my messes on you Don't beat this down

: It seems I?ve gained the world but have nothing To keep tabs upon this loss isn?t wasted time Face opportunities to recognize now we have time Rebuke

: It sometimes feels like a burden, I want to succeed, Is this a good quality, I wonder what's next, Nothing. More and more it's an animal, Waiting

: Watch me heap up what I?ve sown I?m made of peanuts, not of shells God spares a quality of himself Uniquely designed but we can?t help ourselves

I'm tired of your open mouth, Crawling inside my skin, Endless pain we never quit, The fight within the prides begun, Saying its too late, What

It seems I?ve gained the world but have nothing To keep tabs upon this loss isn?t wasted time Face opportunities to recognize now we have time Rebuke

It sometimes feels like a burden, I want to succeed, Is this a good quality, I wonder what's next, Nothing. More and more it's an animal, Waiting

I like having hurt, So send the pain below where I need it, You used to beg me to take care of things, And smile at the thought of me failing. But