Where is my bicycle I really need to hit the road Get out of here and hide every inches of my soul And get away from this goddamn boring, dull life Could this be the very last bits of mine? Twenty five long years staring at me This city stole my smile, made my happiness disappear Forgive me while I’m just doing my job I’m but a god and you will die now Please follow the path I know everything Feeding on your helpless wrath If you don’t want to die Please stay in line Be the same as everyone and you should be fine Twenty five long years staring at me This city stole my smile, made my happiness disappear Forgive me while I’m just doing my job I’m but a god and you will die now

Leaning head down on my desk Tired from the lack of sense A hint of green and a load of Russia on ice To break out from this thinking device Highway's ringin' in my ears This city's helplessly destroying my gears Am I hating on this world or myself? Help me find out the truth within There's just got to be some, There's just got to be something that I Didn't get from the start Cause I’m still here now drowning again And even if I’m to blame I'm always falling apart I just want to believe, that maybe there could be Something better Something worth living for But when I try to reach for more I get caught in the pain That drags me back to the start But I don't feel like walking again Yet if I stay, I’ll surely go insane Everything's so dull and plain Inactivity numbs the brain Move on; take a leap, before you desist Try to live instead of just exist There's just got to be some, There's just got to be something that I Didn't get from the start Cause I’m still here now drowning again And even if I’m to blame I'm always falling apart I just want to believe, that maybe there could be Something better Something worth living for But when I try to reach for more I get caught in the pain That drags me back to the start But I don't feel like walking again Yet if I stay, I’ll surely go insane There's just got to be some, There's just got to be something that I Didn't get from the start Cause I’m still here now drowning again And even if I’m to blame I'm always falling apart I just want to believe, that maybe there could be Something better Something worth living for But when I try to reach for more I get caught in the pain That drags me back to the start But I don’t feel like walking again Not until I get rid of these chains That holds me from getting out of the rain It’s up to me, how I’ll make it change

I've been cursed, oh I can't drink Anymore of this good thing that goes by the name of a beer What can I do? When I drink more than a pint My liver gives up and then I stop to live And I puke. When I wake up the next morning What a Headache It feels like I drank twelve Rum, whisky, Tequila, Gin Vodka and absinthe I can have them all but all that I wish for Is this taste that I miss Brandy, Cognac and Wine Porto, Moonshine I can have them all but all that I need Is a reason to believe That life’s worth living without beer I once went out with a girl And I forgot to tell her that I’m intolerant And she called us each a beer And then she called us more I thought "Fuck off" and I just drank them all up But it began, as time went on I just had to go home And leave her all alone Rum, whisky, Tequila, Gin Vodka and absinthe I can have them all but all that I wish for Is this taste that I miss Brandy, Cognac and Wine Porto, Moonshine I can have them all but all that I need Is a reason to believe That life’s worth living without beer Rum, whisky, Tequila, Gin Vodka and absinthe I can have them all but all that I wish for Is this taste that I miss Brandy, Cognac and Wine Porto, Moonshine I can have them all but all that I need Is a reason to believe That life’s worth living without beer

We’re not the hero, the special one Immunized to all that’s wrong We don’t control our destiny So endure all the pain that was meant to be And I don’t mean to wallow in self pity But I feel this lesson could’ve been taught differently As I now feel trapped inside Why can’t I find what I miss? The silence that no longer exist The never-ending ringing in my ears That will never disappear I guess sometimes you get to live your fears Why is everything so loud? The silence is all I dream about I can’t even stand my own mother’s voice How can it be my only choice? But to live scared of the silence and the noise

Why would I want to become what I define as wrong? Is my personality not good enough to be? Go on, spread your lies and make me compromise I'll just wear another disguise Pick on me again tell me that I’m so lame That I'm a good for nothing prick that my life is a shame That I’m weak and that I’m just a waste of air but Still I don't, don’t really care Give me your fire; give me all your hell Don't fight it, just bring it on Get it on and ring the bell No piece of mind could ever leave me dead Just make sure that it makes a little bit of sense Knock me to the ground and leave me there to bleed Or all pile up on me so I can no more breath Lift me by the hair or simply spit on my face Like that wouldn't be out of place I'm sorry to be here, sorry to be in your way I'm sorry to be me, sorry that I won't change I'm sorry to exist, I'm sorry, yes, but Still I don't, don't really care Give me your fire; give me all your hell Don't fight it, just bring it on Get it on and ring the bell No piece of mind could ever leave me dead Just make sure that it makes a little bit of sense Again, in vain, you assail but you can't see that this useless pain Is growing, eroding, but you will never give in It’s too hard for you to see That nothing you do can get to me So please, do understand That the pain you cause is all yours Cause in the end We all play the game But we get to choose which side we take And I'm strong enough To let you slip away Cause I, don’t really care Give me your fire; give me all your hell Don't fight it, just bring it on Get it on and ring the bell No piece of mind could ever leave me dead Just make sure that it makes a little bit of sense

Sitting naked on my fake leather chair Playing this predictable song ‘’But the rhythm’s kind of fun’’ I miss creativity Lack of productivity I suffer from inactivity And I've got all these projects going on yet I can't follow Running out of ideas my originality is close to none But I still don’t think that I’ve the earn the right to whine about my own I just need to find what really turns me on I'm losing the fight against my mind When I shouldn't try so hard to break the binds I only want to cut out of my skin Burning from within I really need to get out, way out of here Before I fall in disbelief ‘’I need some kind of relief’’ There's just so many thing that I should be doing right now but I Can’t find no good reasons to try I'm starting to become more and more, more and more numb Proceeding aimlessly my energy has no outcome Living by mechanical actions to fulfill my needs So far from cerebral serenity I'm losing the fight against my mind When I shouldn't try so hard to break the binds I only want to cut out of my skin Burning from within Am no more I am no more No more am I trying to fill the void Am no more I am no more No more am I trying to fill the void Am no more I am no more No more am I trying to escape the void Am no more I am No more No more am I trying to escape the void Things that used to make so much sense I now watch them fly, Right before my eyes I can't feel what makes me real I'm just drifting by, frozen in time, when others carry on with their lives Sitting wasted on my fake leather chair Wasting my time as time goes on "I just can’t quite get it on" I need to make a change To Change what makes me purposeless To find a way out of this mess Because answers sometimes cannot be found at the bottom of a bottle If you find my motivation leave a call to the number below! Calling for anyone out there who cares, I could use a little bit of help I just need to start working on myself I'm losing the fight against my mind When I shouldn't try so hard to break the binds I only want to cut out of my skin Burning from within Within my soul I know that I'm wrong That I need to change what makes me scrape along If I can find a way to make impulse increase Then I'll finally find some peace

Ok The music's written but The endless question remains And it drives me insane What can I this time sing about? A shooting in a school, Or the pure delight of a stout? Cry about my life? A murder with a knife? Another love song? Or why I’ve never been to Hong-Kong? Alright I got one 'bout a rape One 'bout how I'm bored One really dumb 'bout how I'm bad with the girls One about why I’ve got to play with these earmuffs And then there's Wake up on time I don’t know what the fuck this son is talking’ about I suck ass At writing good lyrics for my songs Which I was more like Steven Wilson, M. Shadows or Mike Portnoy That would raise the score I always use Google search bar To find my rhymes And I give no shit about good songs name I named this song Yastridobicularite Clearly no fucks were given Oh I could write a song about The inability of writing a song That would clear the lyrics for this one But what if I get stuck with 2 extra bars That are useless for what I’m talking about I suck ass At writing good lyrics for my songs Which I was more like Petrucci, Jack black, Tankian or Malakian That would be convenient Tukudu-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow

Fear, everyone is staring at me At least I’m the unknown The one that nobody knows In the streets, Never sure if I'll get to eat I need something to drink Or something strong enough to bleed I'm waiting here silently for more possibilities But when they never comes Do you wait for the gun, or do you get things done? Cause giving up now Would only be and easy way out And you'll never see me capitulate Never until my last breath The business’s good these days I'm fine And I've got a client for the night After this one I might able to stop He's paying good And I’ve had enough I'd like to go far away from here Find myself a small flat to disappear Get a real job, stop all these drugs Leave behind all these months Here comes the one who'll pay my leave Drives me to a cabin far of everything Inside are armed three of his friends I try to run but get grabbed by the neck It finally stops In the basement I wake up I can't move an inch And I can barely breathe The pain is killing me I got to find a way to leave Before they come This small window could be my run (I'm out) I hear them far screaming my fate I'm running as fast as I can But it's hard to move with broken bones If I trip, my chance to escape is blown! The last sound that I heard Was a man screaming of pleasure And the last thing that I felt Was a faint coldness in my chest And then I saw the pale Moon light I knew I had lost the fight As I drew my final sigh I waited there silently for more possibilities But as they never came I stood up despite being petrified Cause no one will ever remember who I was Before I got these flaws It's time to join my mother and let her know that I Died as a whore with no name

I can't get out, locked behind a door at the end of the wrong route I hold the key but the lock is of a complexity And I love just how you make me feel that all I do is wrong How you force me to stay home when I should get out the most How you lock me in my room drinking alone, throwing your stones How you damage to the bone There are things time alone can't heal Just get it out and find what's worth caring about But what could I do, sometimes the path chooses you, how I wish I knew I could have made a change, but once you realize it, it's too late And I love just how you make me feel that all the wrongs are mine How you force me to accept my fate when I can't stay in line How you keep reminding me that I should just have seen the signs can’t you see I’m fine? There are things time alone can't heal Just get it out and find what's worth caring about So down, my thoughts are so drowned My vision's blurry now My mind is spinning inside out Somehow I can't see any outcome So I keep suffering from The lack of serotonin in my blood And I love just how you make me feel that no one seems to care When that is completely false, of that I’m totally aware But all these paranoid thoughts won't ever get me anywhere Can't you understand? There are things time alone can't heal There is more in life than suffering There are things time alone can't heal Just get it out and find what's worth caring about