Texty: ZSK. The Way I Feel.

In my own
set of rules
narrow minded
as I am
hope plays a
frightened part
blurred pictures
never seem to rest
someone plays
pinball in my head
in my head
I grab my board
I sink into
my lonely thoughts

I wanna go away

random destination stirs
my fantasy
concrete walls
turn into
a gallery of rotten memories
mass communication fails tonight I am my own rancid video
- directors cut - and I could live forever doing that

I wanna go away

and I will never forget the hours
with you
hangin' round
somewhere
with my friends
thinking back
still makes me cry
makes me cry