I don't want this
I don't need this
I can't stand this
I can't handle it
I won't have this
But you give me this
Trauma compulsion
Trauma compulsion
When I'm dying
Which is everyday
Take a hatchet
To my casket
Take my body, leave a note and it'll say:
"How the f*ck can we ever stop living this way?"
Trauma compulsion
Trauma compulsion
Trauma compulsion
Trauma compulsion
Trauma compulsion
Trauma compulsion
In my dreams, I'm dreaming
In my dreams, I'm living
Free
In my dreams, I'm breathing
In my dreams, I'm slipping
Free
Have we changed ourselves too completely?
Have we changed ourselves too completely?
Is there any coming back to this?
Have we changed ourselves too completely?
Have we changed ourselves too completely?
Is there any coming back to this?
Is there any coming back to this?