Порой хочется плакать, но нет слез, душа плачет, а глаза кажутся иссушенными от недавних слез
Between angels & insects
© Papa Roach
Chorus:
There’s no money
There’s no possession
Only obsession
I don’t need that shit
Take my money
Take my obsession
I just wanna be heard
Loud and clear all my world
Comin’ from within
Man, tell ‘em that you heard
It’s about a revolution in your heart
And in your mind
You can’t find the conclusion
Lifestyle and obsession
Diamond rings get you nothin’
But a life-long lesson
And you’re pocket book stressin’
You’re a slave for a system
Workin’ job that you hate
For that shit you don’t need
It’s too bad the world is based on greed
Step back and stop thinkin’ about yourself
Start thinkin’ about
Chorus.
Cuz everythin’ is nothin’
And emptiness is in everythin’
This reality is just really just
a fucked up dream
With the flash and the blood
That you call your soul
Flip it inside out it’s a big black hole
Take your money burn it up like an asteroid
Possession they are never gonna fill the void
Take it away and learn the best lesson
The heart, the soul, the life, the passion
Chorus.
Present yourself, press your clothiers
Comb your hear and clock in
You just can’t win, just can’t win
The things you own, own you
Chorus.